She resumes her human form usually after 6 PM to catch the bus to the train station. The bus captain would be very much disgusted if he finds a rat aboard his ship. An hour later, she reaches home and crawls into her bed in 15 minutes from the the moment she dropped her bag on the floor tile. She lays like a snake and switches on the laptop. She notices the Facebook page as one of her most frequently visited sites but ignores it. Random live streams of other human being's is usually not very interesting to her. Instead, she browses through Flickr's Explore pages and builds up her happiness. Her roommate watches videos of wannabee professional singers but she prefers to just listen and not engage. She fears of shaking the notes in a song.
On some nights, she decides to dance as if she was in a disco club. Sweat rolls down her body but not as smoothly since there is bulge in the midsection which was quite difficult to get rid of. She gets tired and her head starts to ache. The bed becomes seemingly more attractive than the music through her ear and so curls up in a warm blanket and shut the eyes.
Her weekend mornings usually start
Last night's Harry Potter movie made her like Severus more than any other character. Acquaintance with food was too short and just enough to stop the stomach from complaining. Water fell from the sky like a bomb and the rest of her day seemed ruined. She revisited a blog which she found too interesting to ignore. Reading it made her feel like an amateur in most things she does. She decided to visit her own blog to write, hoping to become a better amateur. She wonders if the tenses in the paragraphs are correct but decides to publish it anyway.