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I had gotten a day off. They figured that I should take some time for myself.
It was a rather rainy day, today. It hadn’t been dry in what felt like months, though I’m not complaining. I like the sound it makes against the window when I sleep. It’s a good excuse to get cosy in my large, beige recliner, wrap myself in a blanket and read a good book. In fact, that was what I was doing right now. I remember Sora recommending this book, and it has been a good read so far, I had ought to thank her next time I see her.
Suddenly, something rumbled; my stomach. Of course, it was already two o’clock. I popped the bookmark into place, placed it onto the side table and checked the fridge; nothing. So barren that I could not even imagine anything being there. Not even a half empty jar of peanut butter or a gone-off cucumber that I could try and salvage. I suppose I could go shopping, but that is a task for some other time. I couldn’t starve, however. No, no. I needed to walk outside, something I feared would be imminent. Step by step, I wondered over to the door. I then slotted my feet into my big leather boots that I save for rainy days out. My hands firmly grasped the umbrella. I grabbed a handbag. I stepped outside.
I couldn’t be less bothered to go and do a big shop. The closest thing I feel obligated to do is shop on my phone on the way back. The sky was dusty and brooding, like a massive sheep had enveloped the earth. My eyes then slowly drifted downwards, to the sopping pavement. My shoes made a small, wet noise with the blunt force of my footsteps. I then felt a very sharp pain in my forehead. It turns out, I should have been paying attention to where I was going, as I had just walked into a lamp. “Oh well”, I thought to myself, “I must be more careful next time.” Rapidly approaching me, I found it; Tesco Express. Somewhere with some quick and easy food.
As I entered the doors, I was greeted to a slight chill in the air, somehow colder than the weather outside. I hastily moved to the meal deals section - I needed something quick, remember? I found something that was perfect for me. Succulent tuna (I like my tuna) and golden sweetcorn placed eloquently between two slices of rye bread. I placed it into my bag, along with a packet of prawn cocktail flavoured crisps and a bottle of tea. I walked to the counter, greeted by an unfamiliar girl with short, purple hair and a beret.
“Would you like a bag with that?” She said, in a rather monotone manner. I replied as I should have.
“No, thanks. I have my own.”
“That’ll be £6”
That time I gave her extra, because I felt nice, and the conversation promptly ended. In a somewhat better mood, though still disgruntled at the thought that I had to leave the house, I then headed back home and enjoyed my lunch.