Bright Stone @stonebright

Let me not start with how the day started. Nonetheless, it started smoothly leading to a fine afternoon.
I lay in my bed calculating the differences in space and time while hunger baked my stomach.
At intervals, I rolled over and back. I was honestly feeling lazy. I had restocked my kitchen the previous week and it was clear that what to cook wasn't the problem but the strength.

I slid into my clothes after I couldn't stand my ground with the tussles of hunger and headed down the street to buy a few condiments for making stew.
After a closer look, after I had walked and crossed a muddy path, I realized the heavy padlock glistening under the shade.
What do I do now? I questioned myself.

The main market was several walks away and the strength to endure such lengths was far from me. After a brief contemplation, I decided to branch to my friend's place which shared a space with the market.

The door was ajar and I needed not to knock. A pot was neatly placed on the plastic table which also held other textbooks, the table was dying of multiple loads.

Well, to cut a long story short, I didn't achieve whatever plan I had laid out about my feeding earlier.
Seated vainly and stormed out after I had satisfied my fatigue.

Finally, here I am chewing and licking the red stew which was the subject of my day.