Way to Home

The cold morning greeted me with still walls, no longer the smiling face of my mum through the curtains the weight of my light niece tugging at my cheeks, or my elder sister enquiring if I was going to sleep till eternity.
Life with family is a beautiful thing, out of imaginary explanations.

It was chilly cold and I could feel my blood throbbing in effect.
"Should I boil water? ", I asked myself.
The last time I used heated water to bathe, I got skin reactions.
We were to write a paper as early as 7:30 that morning and I had spent all my night reading, only getting an hour of sleep before the troubling aggravating alarms went off.

I swallowed the shock waves as the cold fluid flowed down from my body and bit my lips, couldn't leave my teeth stuttering from the quiver. I did my thing and didn't take more than a minute before I struggled for my drying towel where it hung.

I had to buy water along the way to school, the location where they set as the exam venue was quiet a long distance. But it'd be fun since it was my last paper.

Can't wait till tomorrow so I can go back to a place of comfort, solace and endless happiness.