Swallow #3

When I woke up, I could smell of food that my mother made. I didn't want to get up and just wanted to keep hiding in the bed. I forgot to set my CD player's alarm clock, so I grabbed a remote and pressed play button. Music started to play. The CD was Weezer's Blue Album. I got up and listened to a song for a while, then went downstairs.

My mother was sitting on the chair near dining table and watching a comedy show. When she was watching TV, she was nodding for some reason. I had been telling her that she was nodding, at least, her head was moving up and down. It was such a small movement. She always denied and insisted that she wasn't nodding. This was a weird behaviour of my mother when she watched TV. "Can I change the channel, mom?" said I. "I am watching this show." said my mother. Nevertheless, I grabbed a remote and started to change channels. A silver television that my parents bought a few years ago looked very 80s. The remote control were fixed and covered with scotch tape that was turning yellowish. I surfed limited channels available, and stopped at the channel that has an animation show. "When does this animation will have an ending?" I thought in mind.

My mother served me left over dinner she made earlier. "Thank you," said I. I ate them all and brought dishes and a cup to the sink. "What time are you going to work?" my mother asked me. "Around 9:30," I replied briefly. My mother was the only person I spoke to often in my family. Whether she understood what I was saying fully or not, she was the only person who paid attention to me when I talked.

I said "I am off to work now" to my mother. I rode on my bike and started peddaling to work. It was such a warm night. I heard noise of scooters that were customised to make louder noise and probably belonged to some highschool students. It was way too noisy as usual. "Fucking stupid people," I said in mind and start to speeding up.

I didn't really want to go to work. The job at the convenience store was not really what I wanted to do, but it was better than doing nothing then. On my way to work while I was riding on my bike, I usually talked to myself and thought about numerous things. It was funny enough that I didn't remember those thoughts very much later. "Where have my thoughts gone?"

"Hi" said I when I opened the store's door, the store's owner was working still. He was a guy who quit being a salaryman and started to have this convenience store franchise business. I thought that quitting being a salaryman was such a brave thing to do. "Do I want to be an owner of a convenience store? – hell no, that's not what I want to do at all."

I scanned my employee's card and started to work. I shut off my mind and growed a wall higher not to allow anyone to see what I was really thinking.

I thought about going to see my friends tomorrow.

Japanese pop songs from the cable radio for the store's background music were very annoying.