Forty- three

SONA'S POV.

Groaning in sadness at the dawn of another day, I slammed my fist on the alarm clock beside my bed. I quickly jumped off the bed.

I ripped off my cloth and rushed to the bathroom. Rushing through with my bathing, I scuffed the towel around my body and more intensely on my hair.

Running around the room like a madman, I picked up my clothes. Within seconds, they were all on me. With outmost care, I prepared breakfast for my friend. I haven't perfected making his dish the way he wants it. A little mismanagement or mistake would ruin my whole day. How would I know if this one is perfect or perhaps better than the previous?

In a flash of light, I rushed through my breakfast and made my way down the stairs, but quickly stopped to pack my long brown hair into a bum. I paused a little to prepare myself emotionally. I heaved a big sigh—not really a sigh of relief—before dashing into the living room.

It was already 6:01 am when I looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the room.