The alarm was not supposed to go off, for her, for her world of restfulness unjustifiably denied to align with the one typically called as reality. Still, she managed to vigorously stir her body up for wakey-wakey, even though, underwhelmingly laying off was all her wits were doing as all her zeal and inner competence had already given up midway in the prolonged journey of endurance, consequently, leaving her nothing but the mere body detached from verity. However, she slowly stepped up and sluggishly walked towards the mirror, and stood stagnant right in front staring at her poor, weary, lost, woeful self, then, an unknown, lethargic smile ran across her face which utterly reflects her mind-body dualism. Meanwhile, the alarm again rang (snoozed) which transfixed her attention. Wheezingly, she moved forward and turned the alarm off which she inattentively missed out to do the previous time. The fact that she was just there wistfully dead in front till the alarm snoozing is what reveals the frame of mind she is in. 


Cat! He came cooing in the fresh, dark and typical evening which he does everyday. The bickering was not unusual. So, just a usual "huh" was all she responded with. "Did he return!!", Dad asked. Yes. "Lets have dinner then", he said. While Mom was getting the dinner ready, she screamed, "Bro, come upstairs". In the meantime, he came with his long-sleeved vest and shorts. She was well aware of the purpose of the questionable long sleeves in this summer which was to hide the evident tattoo on his wrist and she has always kept shut about it. The antagonist yet pure siblings relation! Fear of Dad never fades and her smiles were real in those days