Routine

I wake  up to the shift of the bedsheet 

as my mom scrolls through messages 

on her tablet

I open my eyes again,

her blanket is neatly folded

and the sun screams his rays at me

through the peeking curtain

standing straight on top of my roof

oops, it is now 12.

I was about to lie down again but my tummy keeps on bugging my mouth to open and my teeth to chew 

so I walked down the stairs and searched for any brunch ideals on the dining table.

I can hear the sewing machine hustling her nine to five day job accompanied by 

laughter, arguments and tears

basically,

a K-drama plot.

I came down again when my mom calls for lunch,

finally showered and dressed in my T-shirt and shorts

One plate is enough to doze me again,

this time when I wake up it might by four,

it might be six,

but

the long naps won’t budge my love affair with my sleeping schedule

now that’s what we call loyalty.