“Is this house haunted or is it
just me?” asked my dear friend after seeing her socks lying down neatly on the
carpet beside the bed. She did not remember taking it out last night. Looking
at the chipped wall, elaborate carvings, stern wooden cupboards, this building
did look old. In the name of Sherlock’s deduction, we just assumed the OCD
friend took out her socks and put it nicely last night. I put out the red
rosary from my mom, though. Putting in on the bed frame.
I always opened the window few
inches at night so in the morning the sunray would wake me up. However, today
grey cloud hung in the horizon, raindrops ticked the window glass. Cole
Porter’s Let’s Fall in Love from Midnight in Paris played from another friend’s
laptop. He’s now lying down on the carpet waiting for us to rise. I liked Alanis Morissette's rendition in De-Lovely better.
We woke up pretty early this
morning. For breakfast, we fixed English muffins with salmon, cream cheese,
spinach, and poached eggs. The second course was banana pancake with topping choices of honey, baileys cream, vanilla cream, and Ben and Jerry’s chocolate fudge
leftover. In the thirtieth of December morning, we talked about EndNote
application, essays, scholarship monthly allowance, future jobs, basically as
dull yet calming as the weather outside. Hot green tea then wrapped up our morning meal.