I never thought I'd get home very late last night. The plan was to head out early, get the necessary things needed, and finally head back home.
However, the need for house cleaning, washing, and arranging things around the house left me with a tiny breath, which meant I needed to recharge before going out. That was what I could have done after flexing my sweaty body like a model on a runway.
The alarming sound of hunger held me back despite the new ache that had found it root in my soul. So, I had no choice but to mute hunger's sound to give my body the rest it needed.
With the "almost drained" electrical battery in my soul, I charged to the kitchen, sliced and diced, rinsed and parboiled, grinded, and fried until everything got ready to be devoured.
And if you were to ask if I did justice to that? I believe my bloated stomach and heavy breath would have a lot to say.
I got the rest like I wanted. However, I think I forgot to send the message to "Time" because it went faster than I expected, leaving me to face the consequences alone.
Thankfully, I was deeply recharged to begin the journey for the day, so it didn't take me long to head out for a walk and follow the scheduled plan.
By the time I was through with the shopping, my heels were already on fire. I had to take a longer walk than expected because everywhere was different, though it all ended well.
I got home very and with a tired body, and thankfully, I got fruits for dinner, so there wasn't need to visit the kitchen. I showered, took the fruit, and gave way to the presence of sleep that honked me.
Today, my muscle was well stretched, and my body was alive to start the new day.
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Still yours truly,
Balikis.
Thanks for reading.
Peace be unto those who crave it and more to those who chase it away.
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