I wake up with a throbbing headache. The alarm keeps ringing. Beep,beep,beepbeep. I have to change that alarm. It's just too annoying.
I lazily rub my eyes, trying to open them. Even opening a tiny bit made my head ache even more. The soreness and the puffiness had still not gone.
I reach for the water on the side table and take a sip. It doesn't really help.
I get off the bed and groggily head to the mirror.
I look at myself.
I look horrible.
11:00 am
I look into the mirror again.
The shower and the hair do did help. But my eyes were still puffy.
I sigh, looking at the clock hanging from the wall. Only 11?
It feels like an eternity.
I jump on my bed again, and flip through a cook book.
I see a recipe for chocolate-chip cookies.
1:00 pm
The ingredients are in place.
I'm ready to cook.
I search for my apron, when suddenly my cellphone beeps.
Beep Beep. Beep Beep.
My heart almost skips a beat as I make a mad rush towards it.
I start sweating as the message loads, my hands shaking.
"Citibank: Win a million dollars just by answering one simple question"
I throw the phone on the counter and get back to cookie baking.
1:30 pm
The dough is ready, and I smile looking at it.
I dip my finger into the moist concoction and put it in my mouth.
Mmm...that's good!
I make small scoops and lay the dough in small amounts on the baking sheet.
Beep Beep. Beep Beep.
My phone again. I pick it up, once again very nervous.
As the message loads, the memories flood my mind and tears wet my eyes.
I hurriedly wipe them and look at the message.
"Sanya: Do u wana hang out dis fri nite?"
I don't bother to reply and keep the phone on the counter again, extremely annoyed.
3:00 pm
The cookies have been baked and were cooling on the rack.
I look at them, admiring my work.
Each of the 12 cookies looked scrumptious. Dark brown, with flecks of tiny chocolate chips.
I can't wait to dig into them.
I quickly make myself a large cup of coffee, grabbed my copy of 'The Reluctant Fundamentalist' along with two cookies and I sink into my bean bag chair.
I'm going to take a bite off my cookie, when my phone beeps again.
Beep Beep. Beep Beep.
With frustration, I pick up my phone and stare into it as the message loads.
I take a bite of the cookie.
I look at the message.
I smile.
I do make the best cookies, if I can say so myself!