It’s just another sunny Sunday. After doing all my Sunday obligations, I went to my room. My day is filled with boredom. Mom and Dad went to a family friend’s house. Supposedly, I should’ve joined them. But did some alibi. I told them I have workloads to do.
I was trying to fall asleep but I couldn’t. I tried to watch the latest news, but my interest is not bearing with me. And then I saw my pen and journal on the side of my study table. Then, I decided to go out in our garden. At the very least, I could feel the warm breeze.
I went to my favorite spot and started to write my essay. I was putting all the boredom I could feel into that piece of paper. My emotions were all mixed-up, ‘til I just realized I’ve written a five-paged essay already. Honestly, I do not know why I was feeling that way then. All I could remember was, I was disturbed by something I don’t know.
After writing my essay, I went up back to my room. At last! I felt the urge to visit the dreamland. I put my things back to the table, and went to sleep. When I woke up, mom and dad were home already, and dinner is ready. I realized, it was just really another Sunday filled with boredom and nostalgia.