What is the first thing you feel after waking up?
Soft, warm sheets. Few rays of morning sun caressing your cheek. Your jeans under your left foot – you just threw them on the bed last night. Your hair is ticking your hand.
What is the first thing you smell?
The smell of washing powder with a hint of sweat. Your fruit-scented shampoo. The tell-tale morning stink of your breath as you breath the foul air under your blanket… and what is this? Coffee? No, not this. It's fruity. Juice? Yes, that should be it. Apple juice.
Open your eyes. What is the first thing you see?
Darkness. Oh, of course, you're still hidden beneath the blanket. Push it away.
What do you see now?
Minty green blanket. Plain white ceiling. When you turn your head to the side, you see much more. A window, slightly open, curtains billowing. The cactus you almost killed perching proudly on your window-sill. Your desk is one big mess, papers, books and files everywhere. You don't feel like tidying it, do you? Never mind that, the living room door is open. Why is it open?
Sit up.
You feel confused, don't you? You never leave the window open. And from where comes the smell of apple juice?
Look down on yourself. You're not exactly modest, are you? Put something on, quickly.
You lay your hand on an oversized T-shirt.
Is it yours? You don't think so, right? Whose can it be?
It's no use wondering, put it on now.
Feel better? Thought so. So what's the big idea, rise and shine!
What do you feel putting your foot down on the floor? Is it cold?
Oh no, the carpet beneath your bare foot is soft, but it isn't cold.
Take a few steps, try if your legs will hold you.
They do? Great, so walk out into the living room.
…
Your eyes are so wide; what's the matter?
Is that man on your couch scaring you?
That's not the matter, is it?
He's holding a glass of an apple juice, did you notice?
Wait.
You're smiling.
Why do you smile?
What's the first thing you say?
Good morning.
What simple sentence, right? Parents taught you to say it such a long time ago.
But even that can make people smile, can't it?
It certainly did make the man smile.
Now you're both smiling.
What's the first thing you hear?
Good morning.
Like a parrot. But a beautiful one. With an unique voice.
Blush.
It's spreading through your cheeks like a rash.
You're smiling.
Why are you smiling?
You're happy, aren't you?
Silly girl.