I Thought It'd Be A Regular Day
I'm afraid I'm going to blink and this will all be gone. Or that I'm going to wake up tomorrow only to be told that this entire day had been a cruel and long drawn-out April Fool's joke. It wouldn't be the first time that a day hadn't been what I thought it was.
It all started this morning, when my alarm went off an hour and a half early. I sat up in bed, scowling at the beautiful sunrise outside my window. I'm never awake early enough to see the sunrise. Yeah, it's beautiful, I get that. But it happens every day, and I can always watch it tomorrow. So I usually sleep in.
Maybe that was the first sign that today was going to be different.
I shower. Get dressed. Snap the purple headphones on to my ridiculously bright orange head. I roll down the stairs to get some cereal. All a regular routine, other than the hour and a half early thing. I put my sneakers on, and open the door to head out.
And there, sitting on my doorstep, is a single red rose.
So.
I close the door. Kick my sneakers off. Head back up the stairs to the bathroom and look in the mirror. I splash some freezing water into my face, and pinch myself a couple of times. I remember something about a strange object on my step. Oh yeah.
Who the fuck would put a red rose on Neku Sakuraba's door step?
I debate with myself whether or not I should go back to bed.
Note: Short first chapter. I'm aware of this. Will continue. I will add that I'm claiming artistic liberty with the April Fool's thing. Japan probably doesn't have it. But I wanted to use the line...so...*shrug*...