It was a rare day; Morph today had woken before his alarm rang.

"haa..." a silent sigh escaped out of his disorganized self still flat on his bed, [..seems missing] a feeling of longing swept through his mind. It was truly distinct thought that he would usually not entertain, rather it was the first time he had felt like this, a very unique feeling that might as well be felt for last time.

The room was dark implying that it was far from daybreak, it wasn't the time for him to wake up. With this logic, Morph turned to a side and gently closed his eyes, seeking to slip back into the realm of dreams.

...

...

[..can't] but was unable to descend into slumber. Tossing and turning in his futon, literally rolling on floor just in few moments, hoping to catch just an extra glimpse of sleep. Though his efforts were deemed futile, it was evident that there wasn't even a bit of extra drowse left in him so much that it felt uncomfortable to sleep anymore.

To his defeat, Morph slowly turned in the direction of his alarm-clock, trying to make out the time in the dark. The longer shadow pointing somewhat downwards and the smaller shadow directing toward the place where four should be positioned on the clock; thus nearly 4:30 in the morning.

It was still too early to wake up. Morph, just as per his nature kept laying on his bed, with conviction of waiting it out till the first rays shone through his window. But also, as per his nature he had ailment to get bored of things easily, supposedly they were not of his absolute liking. He simply lacked the patience to wait it out till the dawn.

And so, he gently pushed himself out of bed, his mind lingering on thoughts of what to do next. It was perhaps the first time he had risen so early in the morning as far back as he could recall.

[maybe mom is awake?] he pondered expecting that he might as well get some breakfast sooner, as he couldn't think of any other possible plan to go forward with.

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[They're all sleeping] he thought as he quietly closed the door to his parent's bedroom. [well, should I wash up for now] tiptoeing back toward the bathroom upstairs as to not wake his parents up. It was also his first time to wash up before everybody else in the house which was no less than an achievement to him. A subtle smile crept across his face, clearly revealing his joy at the small victory.

Morph stood in front of mirror as brushed his teeth, ideal time to think about life or admiring one's beauty. Choosing the first, he started contemplating on his day before the night.

[I shouldn't have listened to those bastards, I should have known that they would do me no good... those snake-like bastards] clenching his teeth in anger, and soon realizing he was punishing his toothbrush for what those 'bastards' were to be held responsible for, thus letting his poor toothbrush go.

[I should.. distance myself from there group as much as possible.]

If one could read Morph's mind from birth, they would instantly recognize that, for once in his life, he was making a right and well-thought-out decision, a departure from his usual recklessness.

rumble rumble his tummy called him out of hunger.

[...Maybe, I should make something to eat] deciding his next priority as soon as he finished washing up. It was necessity to fill his stomach after washing up as it was part of his routine, but to his dismay, mother was asleep. And so, he had to prepare the food by himself.

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He walked toward the kitchen downstairs, contemplating what he should serve himself along the way. Daydreaming about crafting an epicurean delicacy, as he often would see on television. But soon enough he found himself lowering his culinary expectations, acknowledging his current level of culinary skills. Not knowing what to really come up with, he decided that it would be wise to make his breakfast according to contents of the refrigerator.

[Bread, butter, eggs, milk...] most things in the kitchen demanded a skill level higher than his own. It was fortunate that he possessed some basic cooking knowledge, even though most of the time, he ended up messing it up — either burning the dish or birthing something entirely inedible.

[well, an egg sandwich and milk I suppose...]

He gathered the necessary ingredients and started cooking immediately.

Soon, the sizzle of oil could be heard as Morph fried the eggs, while simultaneously heating the milk to a mild temperature on another stove.

Till then at least nothing bad happened and so he prayed it would be the case in future as well.

Fortunately, his prayers were answered as a serving of two fried eggs, toasted bread, and warm milk was placed on the dining table. While it may not have been perfect, at least it was edible.

[...bland] Morph let out a small sigh but continued to eat the food, unwilling to bother getting up from his chair to fetch salt, especially since he wasn't quite sure where it was. Might as well his little quest for salt could potentially become a topic among his other family members, specifically his mother as they all excel at hearing, but this would likely be the case if he made a mistake that resulted in any loud noise. Though, it could also be seen as excess effort by Morph who was inherently lazy, thus an annoying errand which he would rather avoid doing.

[...better than nothing] he thought to himself, chomping down the food.

[It...wasn't that bad...] nodding to himself as he made his way toward kitchen sink, washing the utensils he used.

"What now" he thought aloud. He stood there lost in his thoughts.

After a while...

"Should I visit there?"

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A man stood in a white void, his eyes reflecting different colors even in the achromatic room.

"So, you did it?" A voice resonated through the entire dimension, but one couldn't possibly tell where it was coming form.

The standing man remained silent, showing no expression on his face, as if in a state of absolute concentration.

The voice continued "So, what will the 'key' do now? You won't be there. Not that it was a valid 'key', not that I will intervene...oh Sage" ending with a teasing tone.

The man in the middle finally reacted, "No."

"...are you saying that it does not concern you or are telling me to stop calling it invalid?"

A little sigh could have escaped the mouth of the sage as he replied to this very annoyingly talkative guest of his "Both."

"Hmm... you care for it don't you?" the voice tried to tease the man again, but this time the response didn't come back.

After an indefinite amount of time the voice let out a heavy sigh "No fun..." after a long pause it continued "you know that I'm here to escort you, right?"

Again, the sage ignored the voice.

"...you should bid your farewell now, don't you think?" the voice commented.

"..."

"I hope you can be happy..."The sage disappeared immediately after finishing his sentence.

"Damn" the voice jolted "that is the longest sentence I have heard him say."

"Wait, he left me behind..."

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