My brother Geeky had a driving lesson early in the morning. I only realized he had returned when the door shut, the noise reaching my room. After charging my nearly dead phone, I shuffled my way to the kitchen, my throat parched due to the house’s low humidity.
As expected, my brother’s eyes were fixed on the TV, playing FIFA on his PlayStation, his moans and groans over losses a familiar soundtrack. I had hoped for him to be more productive, but who was I to judge? I had been awake for over thirty minutes without leaving my bed.
While waiting for the kettle to boil, I stepped onto the balcony, taking in the cool air, a refreshing contrast to the warmth inside.