Sunny Tuesday Morning When I Suddenly Woke

¶ … sunny Tuesday morning when I suddenly woke up to the sunrays directly falling on my eyes and making me nervous. I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw the usual surrounding: a few books lying on the floor, a stack on the table leaning onto a flower vase, a cup half-filled with coffee I was drinking last night in the hope that it would keep me awake and a chocolate bar standing nearby the cup, and my clothes scattered around because I did not have the time -- well, I was too lazy -- to put them on the wardrobe. Why is this sun? . . . It is killing me, I asked myself. It was morning. Except for the fact that the clock, when I finally looked at, showed 11:37 AM.

It came to my mind all of a sudden. I had a meeting with my friends to work on our project. They are gonna kill me, I said to myself. My friend Chelsea, with her blonde and curly hair like Taylor's Swift's, hates it when people are not as punctual as a soldier who needs to be there on time -- not late even for a minute. George, also a friend of mine, thinks I am not a real Korean since he believes all Koreans are extremely disciplined: well-mannered, well-dressed, punctual, hard-working, obedient to the authority. If his assumption about Koreans is right, then he is more Korean than I am. Even for a casual meeting he comes with his white shirt well-ironed, in a slightly shiny but very formal suits and pants, but with -- fortunately, here is something different -- ties that are not monotonously black. He probably has five hundred different ties stacked on his shelves. No, actually, he would never do anything like that. I am sure, he keeps all of them well-ironed hanging in his wardrobe.