this is how i live.

I wake up in a cold room, but my blankets are warm. Bunny is squashed under my arms. I hug him tightly, snuggling myself deeper into the blankets before remembering the sunrise. The sunrise's always beautiful. I quickly get up, splash cold water on my face and start brushing.

In minutes I'm done, quickly going down the stairs of the five floor apartment. I wear a long sleeved, gray shirt, with a jeans skirt, and black shoes. A large Nikon camera hangs around my neck. I'm putting on my black backpack.

Jumping the last few steps, I look around at the empty streets. There are not many cars around, and I see a few cyclists. Some of them have big baskets behind them.

The sun's not up yet, but almost. I walk towards the local bakery. Delicious, fresh aromas reach my senses as I draw closer. After buying myself some buns, I much on them while walking along the river, on the pavement. The morning mist is still there, and I watch the sun rise in the cold.

Fast forward to the afternoon. I'd spent the morning at Lee's, working on a new project that the local art gallery wanted us to do. It is hard work, and Lee finally allows us to go on a short break.

My colleagues go for lunch; I head to the library. Books. The librarian's a cranky woman, but today I smile at her, again, and to my surprise, she smiles back.

Back to work. We finish at six, and call it a day. I head to the city square.

Lights everywhere. The air's cold. People crowding. I spend the night people-watching in a popular cafe famous for its coffee break atmosphere. Everything seems to be in a shade of warm brown and yellow. My iPod plays classical, instrumental, pop, dance, jazz...

Deazen and Michael spots me, and comes over. I immediately grin in natural response to the jokes these two are going to say. They spend about half an hour with me, and as they joke and laugh, other people come over, and by the time Deazen and Michael left, there are five other people at my table, chatting. I sip my chocolate, listening to them talk.

At nine I start to go home, but not before I drop by Melissa's house. Rowena lives there too; they share the rent. Daphne lives nearby, in an apartment, like me. Nana lives in the university campus, which is closed at eleven every night.

It's an Art Institution that Daphne and Nana attend. Daphne's obtaining a degree in photography; Nana in graphic designing. Nana also part-times at the local art center where I work, producing book covers, t-shirt designs, posters, bookmarks ect.

Next to the Institution, further away, is a Music Academy. They are related; the Music Academy is on a smaller scale, a sister institution of the Art Institution. It's small, but exclusive, and Terence studies there as well. He is already a senior there; he enrolled a year before the others did.

Melissa and Rowena go to the Music Academy too, on scholarships. Melissa's doing a major in guitar, and Rowena in vocal.

They all live in the same neighborhood, and I'm the only one that lives a bit further away, other than Stanely and Pearl, who study in a medical university in the next town. They always come down to stay with us during the weekends.

I go home after an hour, start my laptop, and wrote my diary and story until eleven. Then I take a shower, and go to bed. The air is cold, my bed's warm, and I love my life.