It was two o’clock in the morning. Unlike previous days, the night was somewhat colder. He was already on his bed, ready to send the ships sailing to slumber, but just like most people of this age, he still had his phone shining a constant dim blue light on his face while he read just any lines he could find on the social media he was currently browsing.
Then a
thought struck. He wanted to have something written. He abruptly dropped his
phone on his bed, kicked away the blanket covering the lower part of his body,
then went down from the loft.
He wanted to
go straight to the computer, but he remembered that he had a few things left to
do. Instead of pushing the square shaped button on the computer’s CPU, he got
into the bathroom quickly, brushed his teeth then wudhu. He had missed his maghrib
prayer, which normally should have been done about seven, eight hours ago. He
was in Akihabara around that time, walking aimlessly with a friend, then with
the same friend, passed the night with an equally aimless conversation at a
Starbucks. And obviously, finding a proper place to pray in Akiba is not that simple. For that
reason, he had to do the maghrib and isya together.
The prayers
that followed his wudhu can’t be
called proper. He shouldn’t really be having other thoughts in his mind during
prayers, but he had. Lots of them, actually. Especially about things he wanted
to write. He tried his best to cast those aside, but more random thoughts came
fleeting by.
Once he’s
done with the prayers, he was ready to have a start on whatever it was he
wanted to write. Then suddenly he realized two things. First was that he didn’t
have his glasses with him, so he took it from the loft. The second thing was
that the story he wanted to write had actually been finished.
