#saturdaynightwrite

Bzzzz... Bzzzzzz... Bzzzzz...

That annoying buzzing sound woke me up. The source should be from my phone. I reach out recklessly to see who the hell calling me in this middle of the night.

“Man.. Who the f-”

It’s an alarm. It’s fifteen of July. My birthday. On my screen there’s a note.

“Happy birthday, me!”

Dumbfounded. I think for awhile and realize sometime in the last year I made an entry on my phone’s calendar for my birthday. The reason is probably for no reason at all or I’m under the influence at that time.

“Well.. You successfully pranked yourself. Touche.”

Woken up in the middle of the night on weekdays is never pleasant. I honestly wanna back to sleep but my eyes refused to do so. The sleepiness is all gone now. All that left is a dry throat begging for some liquid.

I need a drink. Probably something strong. Just in case..

I stand up and start to walk to my fridge. It’s pretty quiet on my small apartment, but I can hear faintly the barking sound of the store owner’s dog next to my apartment.

Lousy dog. It must’ve been hard for the neighbor.

I open up my fridge and search for something to drink. A half can of coke, a water bottle, and two cans of beer. I pick the last one and sip a little bit.

“Ugh.. bitter. Just like my life.”

I chuckled for a little bit. My self-depreciating joke is the one that never changes from me. I really don’t know why I must mutter that joke out loud. I live alone after all..

Still standing before the fridge I take another sip. Still bitter. Then I thought about earlier. It’s my birthday. And that makes me twenty seven-ish... Maybe.. I’m not quite sure anymore. Stop counting from years ago.

“Man.. I’m growing old. Somebody probably bounds to call me old man by tomorrow.”

I chuckled again. A sad sight. Kinda depressing to be the only one who joke while nobody else around. I’m sighing and it’s all quiet. Just the sound of the fridge that I can hear. In my opinion, if loneliness has a soundtrack. It must be the sound that my fridge making.

I’m alone and this just making me worse. I’m lone-

I quickly brush off that thought and decided to go back to sleep. I’m emptied the beer can in one big gulp. And just straight to bed. Gotta work tomorrow after all.

Bzzz.. Bzzz.. Bzzz..

Should have erased the calendar notification earlier...

But I’m wrong. It’s not the alarm. It’s a text message. From an old friend. Have a crush on her for quite a long time ago.

That’s unexpected...