AWAKENING. THE BOSS

I peek at the peaceful faces of my three friends sleeping, and all I can feel is covetousness. I envy how life is just sweet and peaceful for them. They might be struggling with one or two things, but nothing is correlated to this grief I am nursing. All the same, I am indebted to them for being by my side all through my lowest moment- the time that the day turned into night, the darkness dimming the light.

I imprint my feet on the scantily frigid floor and stroll to the window, pull the curtains aside, and try to savor the serene warm breeze of the summer. I cast my eyes around the blooming humongous yard, cruising in its beauty for a moment. The tranquillity brought about by the outside breeze is terrifically magic, and the picturesque flowers are irresistibly scenic to my eyes which contradicts my predominant condition.

Nothing has been the same since I returned here. It's been one nightmare after another, and the last one, the demise of my father, left me shattered, confused, and