3

I woke up from the ear-splitting sound of the alarm clock. If only I could afford to smash and buy I would, but that classic and cliché movie scene is nowhere near realistic.

I have yet to pay my rent that's already three months overdue. I'm also saving up money for my tuition fee next semester.

The clangor only worsen through time.   It was a medley of melancholic Melanie Martinez songs.

I adjusted to the sudden shift of brightness. The curtains were drawn out. Sun light seeped through the window. I re-adjusted my  sleep mask to shield from the onslaughts of the insensitive stream of light.

The nightstand was on the other side of the bed so I rolled on to my stomach to kill the stupid thing.

I groggily reached for it.

Sheets.

Pillows.

Clothes.

I was too sleepy to sneak peek from the comforts of my mask and I continued to feel and fumble.

Hot.

Hard

With strange shape.

Like that of...

Well I'm not sure----

Irritated, I threw the mask and looked at the foreign thing that's not my alarm clock at all as it was still wrecking havoc of noise pollution in my cramp room.

"Morning Things."

My eyes were like saucers. My mouth hung low. My breaths were laboured.
Silence ensued but I was internally screaming.

"Blood rushes to South borders. "

He shrugged.

He's sitting upright, his back  against the headboard, unkempt hair, sleepy eyes and that morning voice.

My eyes darted to the thing I just feel freely.

"Oh My G-- blugh. " I ran to the bathroom and wash my hands but my mind played flashbacks of it like life just had automatic replay of the most mordid melodramatic skit.

"I'm heading out! What a nice day."

I heard the door closed. It was only then that I came out of the bathroom. I took in the surroundings. Did he clean this overnight? My things weren't usually clattered--okay I lied.

I walked to my small decrepit closet and close it as it was completely ajar. It creaked open still even when I tried to close it many times.

When I looked inside the cabinet my things were in one side. Not the same where I left it but they were neatly tucked and folded properly.

Maroon, white, gray and navy blue hues filled that of the right side. There's a distinct smell that lingers too. Manly and intoxicating.

A small piece of paper dappled with neat cursive writing "Do Not Disarray. "  sat in the outskirts of our side boundaries

I made my bed---for the first time.

Is it because of him?  No.

It's basic household chores.

I brushed off the feeling while I was taking a shower. I looked at my sinner hand as I splattered shampoo.

A part of me reprimands why I did that. A part of me mulls at ecstasy.

Gosh he was holy.

What am I thinking?

I just lost my slot in heaven.