It is before dawn, the sun is still soundly asleep within its
fluffy bed of mist and yet not all souls are well rested. One is beginning to
emerge from its slumber sleep- ready to begin the day before day has even
begun.
He beats the early birds in catching the worm because by four
o’clock he is already up and running. His main aim quite clear – beat the sun
before it rises and break the rules while there are no spectator ions present.
Slowly he peers through the small opening of my door and he
sees that I am in gear number five of my sleep zone. Then slowly like the
stealthy thief Sinbad, he tip toes towards the drawer. She, the drawer, holds
what he has been yearning for- the remote. The remote is supposedly hidden from
him to deter him from watching television during school days, but seemingly,
the only thing it is hidden from is the television itself. How does he know
where to find it? Well frankly speaking he was always a better seeker each time
we played hide and seek.
Slowly he opens the drawer; heart pounding, legs shaking,
muscles tensing to the extent that it almost breaks the omnipresent silence.
Despite this, years of practice have served him well and he knows well enough
how to be silently scared. The drawer squeaks softly but being the little genius
he is, he caresses it slowly to quiet down, meanwhile his line of sight is
towards the sleeping giant, in case she awakens from slumber. However at the
slight glimpse of the remote, his eyes bounce back to the front of his head and
he grabs it, quickly, but not too quick to make a sound, and with a wry smile
on his face, he cries- triumph!
As the clock strikes six, once again he has to revert back to
his mission. Once again he uses his acquired skills as he murmurs “The only way
to survive in this household is to become James Bond.” Therefore he returns the
remote, cautiously placing it in the same position as it was before. Four centimetres
from one side and ten centimetres from the other, he is applying his
mathematical skills. Yet again, he coaxes the drawer while closing it and this
time it obediently obeys because it has also gotten into the system.
By 0601 he is in his blankets. Eyes closed firmly so as to
seem deep within the sea of sleep. Despite this, he is breathing quite heavily,
his lungs still contracting and relaxing violently, reeling from the return
mission to my bedroom.
I wake him up; first time he remains still, avoiding to seem
too alert and when I shake him the second time, he starts to emerge from deep
within the bed where he had immersed himself to give the scenery a more
believable setting. Thus the day continues on!
-Matukx
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