The tall gray buildings of the city looming over my head from all sides.
The crowds of people buzzing and clattering like traffic on a highway.
The tar-like clouds smearing the morning sky despite the dry weather.
The phone in my bag vibrating incessantly as calls and messages flood in.
Yawning sleepily, I'm waiting for the bus, ignoring the sweaty odor and mindless chatter flooding the cramped stop.
The music blaring from my headphones, plus the painful rumbling in my stomach are the only things keeping me awake, just barely.
My daily schedule, which hasn't changed over the past 4 years, almost scrolls out before my eyes.
From 7:15 to 7:50, it's commuting time.
From 7:50 to 11:45, it's nothing but paperwork.
From 12:00 to 12:40, it's lunch time.
From 12:45 to 4:00, it's back to work.
From 4:10 to 4:45, it's commuting time again.
Before I knew it, this routine had become my whole life, just as school had been for 18 years and college for 6.
I admit, there were times when I wondered what I'm doing all this for exactly. Myself, perhaps? Or my parents, my friends, my other relatives? Somehow, I don't think the answer's any of them.
Maybe it's just plain old destiny, then.
Maybe. Who knows?
Anyway, the bus seems to be running late this morning. People around me are staring at their watches, some angrily, others worriedly, a total contrast to the apathy I'm sure is crossing my face right now.
Honestly, I don't care if the bus comes or not. I don't care if I'm late to work. Heck, I don't even care if I get fired for it, though if possible, I'd like to avoid any needless hassle.
Then again, living's already a hassle anyway. A little more stress won't hurt me in the least. Besides, there's nothing I can do about traffic control anyhow, so no point in getting upset.
As I stare dully into space, my phone vibrates again.
"...Probably from the office again..."
With a sigh, I take it out and look at the screen.
You have 1 new message
I pull up my inbox, expecting an angry message from my section manager or coworkers about my tardiness.
It wasn't from either of them.
"Have a nice day at work!
My shift ends at 3 today, so let's have dinner together, ok?
See you later~"
By the time I finish reading, the bus is appearing around the corner.
Shoving the phone back in my bag, I start looking for my bus pass while muttering, "Seriously, how can you be so cheerful this early in the morning…?"
Still, I can't help but smile a bit.
The bus has finally pulled up at our stop, and people are boarding one by one. I quickly get on as well. Luckily, there are some empty seats left in the back.
"Guess I gotta work hard today too..."
I sit down just before the bus starts moving again.