A Day in the Life of Rikalistening to: Mieno Hitomi - Yukkuri
wishes for: something better
mood: 
She wakes up, cold and groggy, only to find out she's kicked the sheets and the comforter off her. The airconditioning unit was set on maximum, the way she likes it. Reminds her of her RPG sweetheart, Suisei. She looks at the clock, it's six in the morning. "Urgh," she says, "Too early." So she pulls up the sheets, the comforter, back over her cold body. She tries to go back to sleep, only, she's disturbed about the bits and pieces she remembers in her dreams.
They were running down a flight of stairs, someone was writing which floor they were already in with chalk on the top step of each flight. There was going to be an explosion. The black cloud is above the abandoned building they were escaping from. There were four of them. They had to escape or else the dark mage will get them. It was dark, so it was okay to leave the building. Finally, they were outside. It was going to rain, they could smell it. "Nail everything on the ground, so the next time it explodes, it won't fall off," said someone. It kept repeating and repeating. The tall chinese boy smiled, they were safe. Now, they had to find a new haven. THeir old one was going to be destroyed. How about underground? SO they went underground. A special elevator took them way below another building; it was posh and smelled of expensive material. Down, down they went. Flashes of black and white appeared in front of their eyes. "Deeper, deeper," said one of them, who it was, they did not know. They finally reached their destination. 60 feet down under the building, 60 feet below basement parking, 60 feet under for a haven. And now, they were ready to sleep for a century, to wake up a hundred years later, refreshed, ready to rule the world. Two males, two females. And then someone was by the elevator, someone else. She stands up, runs up to the person by the elevator and hugs him goodbye. After all, a child should say goodbye to her master. It is only right. He says his goodbyes, wishing them all well, sweet dreams...She doesn't manage to sleep again, so she picks up her mobile phone, types in a message and sends it to two people. She lies down on her bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the dream meant. She recalls a name. Matthias. Why, she does not know. It was an hour later that she stood up, grabbed her towel, went downstairs, to the bath. It was a quick ten-minute bath, and fifteen minutes later, she was dressed. She was going to school, for a meeting with a professor. Halfway to school, she realizes that she hasn't got her ID. "Crap," she mutters under her breath. Wasted money, going back home, she finds her wallet inside her closet, beneath her underwear. Shaking her head, she stuffs her things in a new bag, and runs to the nearest jeepney station. It was very hot, and it was only 9 in the morning. She reaches the train station ten minutes later, reaches school twenty after. It was around nine-thirty, and the meeting with the professor was supposed to be 9. Good thing the professor hasn't reported in by that time. She was safe. Ten in the morning came, the professor still hasn't come in. She sends an sms message to her professor, and he replies that he's just at the Registrar's office and will be back in ten minutes or so. And he did. The meeting went well, she was all smiles. She noted that the professor was cute up close, when you're talking in a small group. Child-like, with glasses, not too tall, not too short. Matches her type of guy. Too bad he was a professor, and she was his student. "I can still hope," she tells herself. After that, it was an idle time. She met up with a few friends later on, had fun with them, ate lunch, and then, it was time to go home. Getting home, she changes, picks up her pillow, embraces and kisses it. Then, she picks up her laptop, embraces it, takes it down to the study and goes online. Her sister comes in, she lets her use it because she wanted to take a nap. Two hours later, her nap is over, she takes over her laptop again, looking for software for her homework, at the same time trying to get the patience to read the specifics of her project. Ah, how she wished she had a mile-wide of patience for that. Unfortunately, CISCO was too technical for her own sake, so she gives up. Maybe later, she says. Dinner comes and goes, her granparents come back from a party. It was eleven in the evening. She's bored, and decides to go to sleep. Before she does, she reads a manual, the one thing she believes is the cause of all her strange dreams. Before she finally surrenders to the Sandman, she wonders what sort of dream will she have tonight...
