Post by Noa Nakamura on Mar 11, 2014 10:54:17 GMT -5
Tag: Yuki Minase
A very loud crashing sound reverberated through the room. The sound seems to swell up, beat down, continue in some rhythm or another. The ruckus didn't bother Noa one bit as she buried her face deeper into the pillow. The knocking at the door or rather the pounding was what got to her. It had no reason for being there. So she reached over at the first clock and as soon as she shut it off, the room immediately got quieter. She did the same for the second alarm clock to fully silence the music and ringing in the air. The knocking stopped soon after.
This was hardly the most effective way for waking up each and every morning, but at least it worked. Everyone else were awake by now, thanks to her loud alarms. She rubbed her eyes, glancing around the room. She barely had any sleep last night, not that it bothered her as she scrambled out of bed and properly folded her sheets. Her eyes darted from the organized mess, from piles of clothes, CDs, books, you name it, scattered throughout her floor. She meandered to her mic, adjusting her clamp to the proper angle, noted to get a better clamp later, and finally grabbed her headphones off her desk.
Habit was good, habit was safe. It reassured her that everything was going to be alright. Plugging in her music, she finally felt ready to start the day. The music was barely perceptible as it blasted out from the headphones wrapped around her neck. So her morning began with four taps in the door knob, an even amount of brushing of her teeth and hair, before finally making her way down the steps. She said good morning to her mother and little sister. Fresh food was already on the table, which should have been an alarm on her part. She sat down, still in her pajamas mind you, and placed her little sister on her laps so she got first dibs on the sweet. Something was bothering her, she can't quite place it. Something about this perfectly normal and routine day was off. It made her feel anxious, unsure, downright lousy, but at the very least it wasn't a sense of dread.
A very loud crashing sound reverberated through the room. The sound seems to swell up, beat down, continue in some rhythm or another. The ruckus didn't bother Noa one bit as she buried her face deeper into the pillow. The knocking at the door or rather the pounding was what got to her. It had no reason for being there. So she reached over at the first clock and as soon as she shut it off, the room immediately got quieter. She did the same for the second alarm clock to fully silence the music and ringing in the air. The knocking stopped soon after.
This was hardly the most effective way for waking up each and every morning, but at least it worked. Everyone else were awake by now, thanks to her loud alarms. She rubbed her eyes, glancing around the room. She barely had any sleep last night, not that it bothered her as she scrambled out of bed and properly folded her sheets. Her eyes darted from the organized mess, from piles of clothes, CDs, books, you name it, scattered throughout her floor. She meandered to her mic, adjusting her clamp to the proper angle, noted to get a better clamp later, and finally grabbed her headphones off her desk.
Habit was good, habit was safe. It reassured her that everything was going to be alright. Plugging in her music, she finally felt ready to start the day. The music was barely perceptible as it blasted out from the headphones wrapped around her neck. So her morning began with four taps in the door knob, an even amount of brushing of her teeth and hair, before finally making her way down the steps. She said good morning to her mother and little sister. Fresh food was already on the table, which should have been an alarm on her part. She sat down, still in her pajamas mind you, and placed her little sister on her laps so she got first dibs on the sweet. Something was bothering her, she can't quite place it. Something about this perfectly normal and routine day was off. It made her feel anxious, unsure, downright lousy, but at the very least it wasn't a sense of dread.
