The skies were a dainty mixture of lavender and pink that acted as an immaculate background to the leaves of the trees’ silhouette.
It was 5:36 in the afternoon as she peered outside the green blinds of their laundry area, and in her real world the sky appeared gloomy, hinting a little flavor of melancholy if paired with lo-fi music played on earphones with the volume turned up to 50.
Exhaling the relief of previous months of grief, she stared at her laptop while letting her fingers type the words that come to mind. Thoughts of going back to work left her feeling exhausted even if Monday has not begun, though she had always considered this as an affirmation to leave the comfort zone she had grown accustomed to and take a breather from all the dismays she amassed over the last two years. If you were to ask her of having any subtle hints of regret, the answer would be no – she does not regret staying; in fact, she is a proud bean who has grown into someone she never saw coming or yet, thought of becoming.
Still, she must admit that the milk tea she bought tasted so terribly that she would not dare to commit the same mistake twice. Pity.