Her favorite dish was still hot and smoking
But she walked straight to her bedroom
As if she didn’t hear her tummy rumbling.
She looked at the clock
It’s time for her favorite soap opera
Luckily she arrived just on time
Because every episode matters.
Three knocks from her beloved father
And a saccharine reminder
“Honey, I prepared a square meal
Because I know you are dog-tired.”
She got her plate and put it inside
Savored her preferred meal
In front of a romantic scene
So steamingly hot.
But in every commercial gap
Her world would stop for a moment
The guy who was standing beside her
Couldn’t get off her mind.
Forty five minutes later
The OST played again
Her favorite drama was over
Yet consciously unconscious.
Her cellphone beeped twice
So loud she was awakened
It was her sibling inviting her
To the internet cafe nearby.
To be continued...