Sabrina woke up to the sound of her alarm. She reached over to her phone, turned it off and sat on the bed rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Another day to try again, she said to herself.
She got out of the bed and began her morning routine, brushing her teeth and washing her face. She looked into the broken mirror and barely recognized the person she was staring at. Her skin was pale, her eyes looked dull, and her hair was a mess.
She got dressed in her Monday outfit. Her lunch was bread and groundnut; she packed them inside her bag and was about to leave when she decided to check on her mother.
The ride to her workplace was on she had always loved. It was always an opportunity to her - where she could see the beauty of arts, something she had always loved to do. She felt like a spectator in her own life.
When she arrived at work, she was greeted with the familiar scent of air freshener. She settled into her work clothes and began her workday, cleaning and mopping the offices.
When she was free at noon, she ate her bread while she scrolled through her phone to pass time.
After work, she hurried home. She knew it was the usual fight she was going to meet at home but that was no longer what disturbed her. She thought of something else.
As she got home, she grabbed her dinner on the table and went to her room. Her mother and the boyfriend were not in the house. "Oh, nice." She smiled.
As the night wore on, she felt restless. She tried to shake off the feeling but she realized there was more to this feeling. She knew that there was more to life than this monotony.
But everytime she thought of making a change, she felt a weight hold her back. Her mother's voice echoed in her mind, "You're lucky you have a job. Don't throw it away." And her friend, Emma, who always told her that she wasn't talented enough to make it as an artist.
The doubts swirled in her heart, making her feel like she was stuck in quicksand. She felt like giving up, concluding that it was pointless to try.
Just then, something flashed through her eyes. A pig flew, flapping its wings wildly as it soared through the sky.
Her jaw dropped in shock."When pigs fly, it means anything is possible." She thought to herself.
And in that moment, something inside of her shifted. She realized that she didn't have to accept this unfulfilling life. She could make a change. She could prove her mother and Emma wrong.
With this newfound determination, she got up from her bed and started making plans. She would quit her job and pursue her passion for art. She would show them that she was capable of more.
As she drifted to sleep that night, she felt a sense of excitement and hope that she hadn't felt in years. And when she woke up the next morning, she knew that nothing would ever be the same again. She was ready to make this dream a reality.
