Pressure

19

Alessia’s Point of View:

“Hey!” I woke up from being absent-minded because of Kiara’s high tone voice.

I blinked my eyes several times to bring my senses back and shook my head to erase the thoughts that has been running in my mind.

I glared at her because she scared the death out of me. “What?”

“You’re folding it the wrong way,” she calmy answered as she sat on the sofa adjacent to where I’m sitting while carrying her thick medical book.

I eyed on it and read the book title. It says ‘Severe Diseases and Its Symptoms.’

Glancing at the shirt that I’m holding, then and there I realized that she was right.

I was holding it in the wrong way and folding the shirt on the inside.

“I’m sorry,” was all I can say and attempts to do it all over again.

“Is something bothering you?” She noticed and fold her knees into an Indian seat.

I glanced at her and became silent for a second.

The cold breeze brought by the night washed the froze leaves of the trees in our garden. The clock that was ticki