Soul Drifter (Part 3, page 2 of 8)


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Part 3

"Good morning, Sunshine."

"Morning," I mumble on my way past him. Only he will know why he would call me 'Sunshine' when I am obviously in a sullen mood. I look more like 'Thundercloud'.

He starts to whistle a tune, not in the least bothered by my mood-as always. I am definitely not a morning person, and thus one of the reasons why I believe my soul goes gallivanting at night when it is supposed to be resting. I always wake up tired, no matter how long I sleep, and I always seem to wake up violently, with a jerk, which is probably when my body rushes back after a night of wandering around.

In my room, I trip over the pile of laundry in front of my bed and knock my knee painfully against the wooden leg of the foot-end of my bed. I curse under my breath and make a sideways flip onto my dishevelled bed. Usually, I do make my bed before I go down to get breakfast, and typically my room is relatively tidy. Not as neat as my mom wants it to be, but I know where everything is and if I have to clean my room, more than I usually do, I will be lost and looking for my stuff continuously. I like to refer to my decorating skills as organized chaos.

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