Sasha Shadows

Finally, my home sweet home.

After locking the door but opening several windows to let in the fresh air, I switch on the ceiling fan (I can't afford an air-conditioner yet) before slumping onto the soft second-hand couches. The clock on the wall shows 10.30 p.m., but it isn't set correctly. Maybe it is due to the battery, the clock appears to run faster (the exact time for now is 7.15 p.m.).

The reason why I have yet to change it back is, to be honest, I'm lazy to do that as every time when I reach home, I feel extraordinary fatigue. However, the power of my growling stomach would sometimes turn me back on and I'll manage to a sitting position, scratch the back of my head, get off the couch reluctantly and head towards the kitchen with more hungry growls and grunts. Although my eyes are half shut, I can still distinguish the place where I'm standing.

Soon, I open the fridge and cold breeze welcomes me. I shiver a little while searching for anything I can cook.

Meat, a little rotten veges, eggs, meat, butter...

Maybe I can take out the frozen packet of scrambled meat, defreeze them, and cook them with three eggs and butter. Then, I won't need to use sunflower oil tonight.

Right, I've stored a jar of mayonnaise in this freezer as well. May as well take it out for good use.

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At last, I still order pizza for my dinner. In fact, I can have this meal for free because the pizza boy gets lost while searching for my house. Yes, he's late for a goddamn of 45 minutes and I nearly let out my inner green eyed monster because of my non-stop growling stomach.

Once I've thanked the pizza boy, I close the door with my spare left hand while the other braces the pizza box in a waitress pose. Soon, the hot temperature is urging me to lock the door faster as my right hand will turn swollen due to the steaming pizza heat penetrated through the paper.

With my mouth muttering 'ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch...' for God knows how many times, I finally place the pizza box onto the dining table and open it, letting out the cheesy smell to suffuse in the air. "Wow!" The Hawaiian Supreme with extra cheese blooms beautifully in the box.

Although I'll be using my hands to eat the pizza, I'm still heading to the kitchen to get a plate. As it is extremely hot for my hands, I wouldn't wish to see the tragic scene of greasy stains pasting on the table, or worse, on the ground. So the plate would be the best saviour.

If there are crunchy garlic breads available to be dunked in the mushroom soup, this meal would be splendid. But in order to prevent food wasting, I've ordered only pizza.

As I search through the plastic bag, tiny packets of chilli flakes and Parmesan cheese powder are provided alongside with the set to increase the taste diversity.  "That's more like it." I mumble with satisfaction while tearing a chilli flakes packet and sprinkle the contents onto my second slice of pizza. "Hmm, shomethang ishtill misshing." I speak to myself while I'm chewing onto a mouthful of flavoured, cooked flour.

Since I can't come out with a conclusion of what I really want, I decide to stand up and let my feet take me towards answer. One of my hands still holding onto the half eaten slice. Not long after, I stop in front of my fridge and an idea finally pops out.

"Ah, soda water!" I exclaim in joy before stuffing the remaining piece into my mouth. "That'th the thang!"

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The whole house is now full of pizza smell. And unluckily, the darkening sky is reminding me to close the window because 1. Thieves and robbers are active during this hour and 2. Mosquitoes, the blood suckers or whatever you call them are active during this hour as well.

Besides that, the front porch light of my house is lit automatically too, which means it really is dark already.

I take a glance on the clock and is nearly shocked at the sight of the time. Indeed, it is showing me midnight hour and it takes a few seconds for me to recall the fact and convince myself that this isn't real.

"I really have to reset it now." I mutter as I grab onto a chair from the dining room before stepping onto it and reach for the circular framed clock with both hands. "Gotcha!" I shout in a whispery way while trying to settle down.

The chair is a little bit shaky when I begin to squat. As soon as my butt rests on the seat, I take a few steps away to fish my mobile phone from the table. The big time numbers shown in the home screen allows me to reset the exact correct time and I hope that it won't run away again from track as I'm not that type of a hardworking person to even wake up from sleep, unless I have to update my novel in the morning.

After everything is settled just as I've expected, I take out my mini laptop from the backpack and unsleep it. Yes, I've left it in sleep mode since the class is over because I want to proceed on my novel typing which is still unfinished. The updated version of my novel appears on the screen and a smile creeps across my face.

Satisfaction is what I can feel again. The only thing left is to finish the last two chapters and wrap all the things up eventually.

Although there are only two chapters, this takes time for me to think, to edit, to ensure the flow is steady and smooth and to keep up a good writing style. In fact, each chapter deserves to be treated with these mentioned statements above. Let alone they are the forty-ninth and fiftieth chapter of my book.

I've decided to check the forty-eighth chapter for any flaws and grammar mistakes tonight. Since I've spent most of my time outside today, I'm already done grazing my brain juice to think of any more interesting scenes to add on in the next part.

So, I may as well roam the internet world tonight after editing the forty-eighth chapter.

Subconsciously, I open another new tab using Google Chrome and log onto Facebook. Once I've finished this, I'll jump into this world after shutting my writing world down.

It is ironic to admit that I have 1000 friends on Facebook, but only a few in the real world. I can't explain how much I miss my middle school friends until now. Ever since, I've moved away from my hometown, I've lost all their contacts. And they are not much an internet roamer because they all have their lives outside this virtual world. Unlike me, the girl who faces the computer more than people almost every day.

At last, I've accomplished the mission in editing the targeted chapter. After saving the updated data, I enter Facebook and begin to scroll through different posts and pages.

Again, nothing particular.

Only posts of road trips, or hate posts contained only words and emojis. Hence, this is why I click onto my own profile and enter my own home page. It looks quite simple and a little nerdy as all the things I've posted are books, books and books. As can be seen, I would never share my real thoughts online.

I have trust issue with everyone.

Suddenly, a question appeared under the Did You Know bar catches my eye. "If I were invisible for a day, I would..." The idea of being invisible is really interesting and this ignites the memory of me keeping the IMPOSSIBLE LIST which I've written on the first day of college.

If I have to demonstrate, most of the answers suit this question, even if it only lasts for one day.

ᵟᵁᴱˢᵀᴵᴼᴺˢ ᴾᴼˢᵀᴱᴰ ᵀᴼ ᴹᴬᴷᴱ ᶠᴿᴵᴱᴺᴰˢ:
1. ᴴᴼᵂ ᴰᴼ ᵞᴼᵁ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴷ ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ᵀᴴᴱ ˢᴱᶜᴼᴺᴰ ᶜᴴᴬᴾᵀᴱᴿ?
2. ᴴᴼᵂ ᴰᴼ ᵞᴼᵁ ᶠᴵᴺᴰ ᴬᴮᴼᵁᵀ ᴸᴵᵛᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴸᴼᴺᴱ ᴵᴺ ᴿᴱᴬᴸ ᴸᴵᶠᴱ (ᶠᴼᴿ ᵀᴴᴼˢᴱ ᵂᴴᴼ ˢᵀᵁᴰᴵᴱˢ ᴬᴮᴿᴼᴬᴰ ᴼᴿ ᵂᴼᴿᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᵀ ᴬ ᶠᴬᴿᴬᵂᴬᵞ ᴾᴸᴬᶜᴱ ᶠᴿᴼᴹ ᴴᴼᴹᴱ)?
3. ᵂᴴᴬᵀ ᴰᴼ ᵞᴼᵁ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴷ ˢᴬˢᴴᴬ ᴴᴬˢ ᵂᴿᴵᵀᵀᴱᴺ ᴵᴺ ᴴᴱᴿ ᴵᴹᴾᴼˢˢᴵᴮᴸᴱ ᴸᴵˢᵀ? ᴹᴬᴷᴱ ᴬ ᵟᵁᴵᶜᴷ ᴳᵁᴱˢˢ.

ᵀᴴᴱᴿᴱ'ˢ ᴼᴺᴱ ᵀᴴᴵᴺᴳ ᴵ ᶠᴼᴿᴳᴼᵀ ᵀᴼ ᴹᴱᴺᵀᴵᴼᴺ ᵞᴱˢᵀᴱᴿᴰᴬᵞ. ᶜᴼᴺᵀᴵᴺᵁᴼᵁˢ ᵁᴾᴰᴬᵀᴱ ᵁᴺᵀᴵᴸ ᶜᴴᴬᴾᵀᴱᴿ 5 ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᴮᴱ ᴰᴼᴺᴱ ᴼᴺ ᵀᴴᴵˢ ᴮᴼᴼᴷ ˢᵀᴬᴿᵀᴵᴺᴳ 9 ˢᴱᴾᵀ 2018 (ᵞᴱˢᵀᴱᴿᴰᴬᵞ). ᴬᴺᴰ ᴬᶠᵀᴱᴿᵂᴬᴿᴰˢ, ᴵᵀ ᵂᴵᴸᴸ ᵀᵁᴿᴺ ᴵᴺᵀᴼ ᵂᴱᴱᴷᴸᵞ ᵁᴾᴰᴬᵀᴱˢ.

ᴬˢ ᶠᴼᴿ ᵂᴴᴵᶜᴴ ᴰᴬᵞ ᴵˢ ᴮᴱˢᵀ ᶠᴼᴿ ᵀᴴᴱ ᵂᴱᴱᴷᴸᵞ ᵁᴾᴰᴬᵀᴵᴺᴳ ˢᶜᴴᴱᴰᵁᴸᴱ, ᴵ'ᴸᴸ ᴬᴺᴺᴼᵁᴺᶜᴱ ᴬᶠᵀᴱᴿ ᴾᴼˢᵀᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴴᴱ ᶠᴵᶠᵀᴴ ᶜᴴᴬᴾᵀᴱᴿ.

ˢᴼ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ'ˢ ᴵᵀ. ᵀᴴᴬᴺᴷ ᵞᴼᵁ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴿᴱᴬᴰᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵂᴱ'ᴸᴸ ᴹᴱᴱᵀ ᴬᴳᴬᴵᴺ ᴵᴺ ᵀᴴᴱ ᴺᴱˣᵀ ᶜᴴᴬᴾᵀᴱᴿ. ᴸᴼᵛᴱ ᵞᴼᵁ ᴬᴸᴸ 💗💗💗