It was morning, about 10:00. I opened my blinds to a flood of sun shining through, like a fresh stream of water with the warmth of a freshly lit fire in the warmth of the morning.

I sat up in bed with my toys by my side, in order to do my daily routine exercises. I have POTS, meaning that my blood doesn’t flow normally, so I get tired more than usual. My doctor encouraged me to do some exercises in the morning in order to help the blood flow. They're pretty basic exercises. Making a bridge with my body, squeezing my palms and feet, etc.

After finishing my exercises in my room, I headed down to the bathroom to have a shower. I cleaned myself, did my skincare routine, then once I finished, I got dressed and brushed my teeth. The outfit I wore was as follows. For my hair, I put it in a bun, with a kind of side swoop that seemed almost emo. For my outfit I chose a cute top with long sleeves and a flower on the front, and some ripped, baggy jeans.

I slowly moved towards the living-come-kitchen room to make myself some breakfast and watch something. I opened the fridge door in order to get some milk. Once I put that on the counter, I opened the door to the pantry to find some nutri grain. My parents never really let me have it since it’s full of sugar, but they’re not here anymore, so they can’t tell me what to do. After sitting down on the old, worn out couch, I grabbed the remote to turn the TV on and flip through the channels to see what’s on.

I’m glad I mostly watch kids shows, because that’s all that was on at the moment. I had a few choices, I could choose between Reddie, My Cute Horsey, An Owl’s Place, Her-ra and the Queen Of Strength, No End Supernatural Park, Explorer Time, and Gravity Rains. So there really were a few good choices to choose from. 

It’s funny really, how those shows are legitimately some of my favourite shows of all time, yet my other favourite shows consist of Willbe Motel, One Of A Boss, Heartthriller, Warriors Of Ereveinug, and Two Parts.. Not exactly kids shows, to say the least.

Out of the shows mentioned, I chose An Owl’s Place, which was on Channel 9. An Owl’s Place is one of my special interests which means I’ve already seen it too many times. The episode which was playing was episode 15, Mind Broken. One of the harder hitting episodes in my opinion, although nothing compared to the series finale. I always get so damn emotional when watching An Owl’s Place series finale, despite knowing exactly what’s going to happen, it just always gets to me. This show is really something special.

Just then, I heard my roommate get up, but it took a while for her to come out. When she did, she was wearing a cute long dress, with white and blue chequered stripes going across it, and a neat little blue ribbon tied with a bow around her waist. She looked really cute. She always does.

Her hair was her usual brown, sort of messy hair. I suppose most of you reading don’t know what she actually looks like, so I’ll briefly describe her. Her skin is a shade of brown, she was born without her left arm, but she was born with freckles across her face, and her name is Kumoto. She’s just perfect

“G’morning.” She said, still clearly waking up. She walked to the kitchen half of the room to make herself something to eat.

“Morning.” I said back. She stood behind the couch and leaned down next to me with her bowl of cereal in hand.

“You watching An Owl’s Place?” I listened as she made herself a bowl of cereal. She does it differently. Unlike me, who pours the cereal first, she always pours the milk first. She said that’s how most people do it, and that I’m the one who does it differently, but I’m not sure. I always thought doing it my way was normal, and that when she does it that way it’s different. But she says there’s nothing wrong with me doing it differently.

“Uh, yeah.” I felt my heart race when she spoke to me. I always get nervous when she talks to me. Honestly, it’s just routine. It usually goes after we talk for a bit, but just when I see her for the first time of the day, I get nervous. Then even more when she talks to me. Which is strange, because she’s the only person it happens with. It never happens when I talk to our other roommate.

“Which episode is this?” She asked, leaning on the back of the couch next to me, with her bowl of cereal in her hand.

“Episode 15, Mind Broken.” I listened to every last word that came out of her mouth, whilst somehow still paying attention to what was happening on screen. Though it wasn’t much she was saying. Still, I loved hearing every time she spoke.

“Ooh, this is a good one.” There it was again. Her beautiful voice that I just loved hearing. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her, because I knew if I saw her stunning face, I simply wouldn’t be able to keep speaking. She got up and walked around to sit next to me on the couch, and I listened as her feet softly pushed against the wooden ground. She then sank into the pillow next to me, before promptly beginning to eat her cereal.

She’s already seen An Owl’s Place. I showed it to her after I first watched it in 1519, about three years after it started, and about a year after it finished, so I was up to date when the final season released. I remember how big that was for not just me, but the whole Owls Place community. Then, about three years later, after countless rewatches, I finally had the courage to show it to Kumoto. Kumoto and I usually have a show we watch together. But most of my shows I keep to myself, mostly because I think she won’t like them. Although, I mean, she knows I watch Reddy, and she doesn’t judge me for it which is good, but I’ve never really been like ‘Hey I wanna show you this from the start.’ or anything, because I have shown her a few episodes of Reddy, and she did like those episodes, it just didn’t seem like a show she would actually wanna properly watch. I guess Reddy’s more of a show me and my other roommate watch.

I remember showing Kumoto An Owl’s Place for the first time, honestly it was better than the first time for me. There’s just something so funny about rewatching with someone because you know exactly what’s gonna happen, but you can’t say. 

An Owl’s Place had finished, and the next show started playing. Kumoto looked at the clock that was in the top right corner of the wall we were facing, then she looked at me with an expression I could only describe as worried.

“Have you seen Fluffy? He should be back by now”

She asked, in a rather concerned manner. She was right though. Our other roommate, Fluffy the bird, usually goes out for a morning walk, but he’s usually back before breakfast.

“No, I haven’t.” I was still looking at the TV, still unable to make eye contact with her, despite the fact that we’ve been living together for five years, and been best friends for even longer.

“Maybe we should wait a few minutes, if he’s not back in 10, then we should do something.” I said.

“Yeah, ok.” We waited a few minutes while I was mindlessly looking at what was on the TV

“Hey, how’s your story coming along?” Kumoto asked, breaking the silence. 

I’ve always wanted to become a writer, but I never knew what to write about. I mean, I wanted to write about something fictional, but this world is crazy. There aren’t many stories I could write that wouldn’t be unique with the world I live in. So it’s my life goal to write a story, and become an author.

I muted the TV.

“I haven’t come up with anything just yet. But there’s one thing I know for sure.” She leaned over, putting her hand on mine. I was too nervous to remove it.

“What’s that?” I could feel her move slightly closer to me, with the warmth of her hand against mine.

“I’m gonna write the world's greatest story.”

She leaned her head on my shoulder. I felt her soft, brown hair, brushed against the tip of my skin on my arm. I could feel my heart racing, like that of a cheetah's heart on drugs. I took some small breaths in order to calm down.

“I know you are.”