The first light of morning sneaks through the window, warm and soft. I feel the cool air around me. I open my eyes and lean to the left to grab my brown glasses. What a great day for a presentation, I think, but at the same time, I'm really excited because it's the end of the first semester, Christmas break is near, and Aberdeen (city in Scotland) has never looked better. The rooftops are frosty, the air is cold and fresh, and everything feels calm in that quiet winter way.
I already know what I want to wear today, since I planned my outfit yesterday. On top of that, I'm happy to wear my new, long, soft brown scarf. I guess you're wondering why brown. My answer is simple—I just love brown, every shade of it. I don't know why, but it makes me happy to see the color brown. I suppose if I talk too much, I might be late. So, I get dressed and head downstairs to the kitchen.
My mom is an excellent cook. When she cooks, the smell is so good that I think it spreads to the entire neighborhood.
"Mom, what are you cooking?"
"Your favorite, as always." When she said that, I knew it was going to be my favorite chocolate pancakes.
"Love you, Mom. I really needed this," I said, hugging her tightly.
"I know, sweetheart. You have your presentation today, right?"
"Yes, and I'm super nervous. My hands are already sweaty." I showed her my hands, and she took them in hers, saying:
"It's completely normal to feel nervous. It just means you care. Once you start speaking, the nerves will fade." I know her words will help me feel more relaxed.
"Mom, you have a night shift today, right?" I asked, my mouth full of pancakes.
"Sadly, yes. But when you're done with the presentation, please call me."
"Of course, Mom." I finished the last piece of my chocolate pancake and grab my backpack.
"Bye, Mom!" I shouted, walking out the door.
"Bye, Elli."
I was walking down the street to go to the bus station, but you know what? I have terrible luck, and I knew I would be late for the bus. When I got there, I asked a sweet-looking grandma if the bus25 had passed, and she said no. I thanked her, and surprisingly, I wasn't late for the bus. I guess it's because I have a presentation today, and maybe my fate doesn't want me to fail. By the way, the presentation is in my favorite subject, "Introduction to Literary Studies." Not only is it my favorite subject, but my favorite lecturer is also teaching the class.
We had to choose a book for a presentation based on the title, "Living in the Face of Death." I chose one of my favorite books, "They Both Die at the End" by Adam Silvera. I know this book is queer, but I also know that my lecturer isn't homophobic, so I don't care about others' opinions. By the way I study Philosophy, and I'm the only guy in my course, which is quite exciting because they all make me feel special and I love my girlies so much.
My favorite, large, blue bus—the most comfortable in bus history finally arrived. I swiped my card at the bus terminal and sat at the back, next to the window. I always listen to music when I'm traveling, walking, or studying—it's part of my daily routine. Besides, my all-time favorite song was on: "You Were So Beautiful" by Day6. I adore this song, and of course, I'm the only one who listens to this group among my friends. I'll never share my playlist with anyone because I'm attached to it. I may sound obsessed, but that's just my true self—what can I do?