A molecular story
I woke up at my mother’s voice; “Why are you not waking up? It’s night!”
That was the way she always did it. She would make me feel guilty and irritated, as if I spent the whole day sleeping. It might just be six or seven in the morning, I thought. It was high time I reacted to such a negative start of a day.
I found some quick expressions to vent out my resentment. “What a fine way to start off a day! Why don’t you stop it for at least once?” I said with a voice that was close to a shout, making clear I did not enjoy her comments.
“What did you say?” She asked and paused for a moment in front of my bedroom door, which was open, contrary to everyday.
“It’s night.” She had a blank expression on her face.
And then I felt a deluge of sense rushing into my mind. “You took a nap at noon. Forgot?” she said. But I noticed, she was not mocking me, she kept her expression blank.
“Good evening viewers, welcome to news at six.” A television news reader greeted his audiences in the next room.