Pkchukiss - Reality Wine

There I was at it again: with my eyes permanently fixated on the computer screen, only this time I laughed, alternating between typing frantically and stifling an average teenager giggle, when Mom came over, the hard-bristled long broom in hand.

“What are you laughing at?” she looked confused even as I went down for another burst of laughter.

“Er… Nothing. I am just chatting with my friend,” I explained.

She moved to clean the toilet, when I went hysterical yet again.

“Are you sure you are alright?”

I think she is quite convinced that her son has gone all bonkers today, but couldn’t quite decide what to do. I am sure you would do the same when you see me laugh as I did just now.

“Well stop laughing at the monitor and help me with the toilet.”

I yawned at the door while she started scrubbing furiously at the gaps in the tiles, pausing to squeeze more liquid cleaner onto a stubborn stain. As she worked on the tiles, the contrast soon became very obvious. I didn’t remember the toilet was this dirty, but I suddenly realised that all the nice uniform pattern on the tiles were actually watermark stains, and the polished tile showed from underneath the removed dirt, suddenly making the rest of the unscrubbed toilet very dirty.

Though she did ask me to help her clean the toilet, she ended up doing it all by herself, since the room was small enough for only one person to move about without elbowing another. I shrugged and went to the bedroom to tidy up my desk - always the 2nd target whenever Mom went on a cleaning spree.

I found months old phone bills for my mobile and cable internet lying strewn haphazardly. Sometimes I feel that I really should get a file to keep all my bills in their proper places - I couldn’t even recall paying those old bills in the first place. I noticed that my bed, as usual, was the resting place for my brother’s clothes. He always likes to leave it, along with the hangers, on my bed after changing out of his shirt and shorts before going out. With one swift motion, I swept everything onto his bed. Ah… sweet brotherly vengence!

The fixed line phone extension that I had plugged out umpteenth times was plugged in again. Initially, I removed the phone so that I could stop having it on my bed after my brother finishes his long conversations. He never puts it back on the desk, since during that time I wasn’t home at all during weekdays, and essentially turned my bed into a soft table of sorts. Now that it is back again, I gave up trying to get rid of it, and instead shoved it underneath my bed. If he is going to leave stuff on my bed again, I’ll make sure it ends up under my bed!

You might ask what has gotten into me this time; I’ll say it comes with being at home full time (finally).

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