Cookies

8:00 am

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!