I Need A Pick-me-up Novels & Stories

Not in the mood. The sun outside was too bright for how I felt, like the weather hadn’t gotten the memo about my mood. I squinted, shielding my eyes with one hand as I walked along the sidewalk. My legs moved on autopilot. There was only one thing that could make this morning slightly better. Coffee. Real, hot, sweet coffee. Since Serena had knocked the last one right out of my hands and I didn’t even get to say anything—ugh, don’t even remind me—I needed another. Maybe something stronger this time. Triple shot. Maybe two sugars. Maybe caramel.

I set my phone down with a heavy heart. My gaze drifted around my small apartment. I didn’t want to spend the next five months locked up alone. I needed friends. New friends. A different social circle. Yes. Grabbing my phone again, I searched for upcoming social events in the city. As I scrolled, a few caught my eye—interesting ones. Ones that might actually be fun. Nice. I tapped on one, smiling to myself. I’m going to this.

I wasn't even sure anymore. "Wanna grab some ice cream?" He asked. "Yes that would be nice." We got out of the water and I felt the urge to use the washroom. My stomach and boobs were hurting a bit which indicated that it could be that time of the month. Gosh I downloaded that stupid tracker and still managed to forget. Nevertheless, I needed to pee. "Hey Vincent, I'm gonna go to the washroom. I'll be back real quick," I said and he nodded. "Alright meet me at the ice cream shop."

“ take care, i’ll be back by noon “ with that he left hurriedly. And I sat there, sipping my coffee all alone in this big mension. I had breakfast and went to my room knowing that there are only maids here now, and I felt like there’s literally no one beside me, with whom I can share something. Flipping through the books, I took out one and pretended to read it for a few seconds until I decided to drop the act and took my phone to scroll through social media. I’ve a lot of pending work but I have a rule of not working during sundays. Because Sunday is like a recharge for the exhausted body and mind. Soon I got bored with the phone too, so I kept it aside and switched on the n*****x And passe

“Okay, people. Let’s get this meeting started.” *** My shift is finally over, and I need something to give me some good vibes to counter all the bad things that I had to deal with today. So, I stop at the grocery store to pick up some sweets to help brighten my mood, along with stuff for supper. For some reason tonight, the trip back to the house seems to be three times as long as it usually is. I don’t know why, though.

“You hear me? I want you to say it. I do not blame myself.” “I do not blame myself,” I whisper. “Yeah. That’s believable.” She lets go of me and grabs the rest of what’s left in the dressing room. “Come on. I’m starving. Give me a minute to buy this stuff and we’ll have lunch.” “Sounds good.” Even though I don’t have much of an appetite; it’s been touch-and-go the past couple of days. I know I need to eat, but the idea doesn’t appeal to me. I wish I had somebody besides the internet to ask questions. I don’t know if any of this is typical or if there’s anything to make me feel better. I’ve read that peppermint seems to help, but my faith in it working is low. Everything makes me feel worse.

Before I could overthink it, I turned back around. "Aiden?" His name felt strangely intimate in the quiet room. He looked up, one eyebrow raised in question. I opened my palm, revealing the slightly crumpled mango candy I'd been saving. "Do you want some candy?" His expression shifted into something unreadable. "Candy?" "Yeah." I shuffled my feet awkwardly. "My mom always says when you're feeling down, something sweet can help. I don't know if that's scientifically accurate or whatever, but... it works for me."

It was the one place in the world where I could concentrate. I settled into a cozy corner eager to escape the monotony of life in general. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped the air, mingling with the sound of clinking cups and quiet conversations. It was just what I needed to help my mind unwind. As I unpacked my trusty laptop, I sought refuge in the embrace of a new motivational playlist that had become my reliable companion during work hours.

I take a sip of my latte and I feel my body relax. I had quite a morning and I need this. I woke up to a phone call from my mother and that never fails to ruin my day. And that is not the energy I need at the top of my morning. So I had to come to my favorite coffee and get the good stuff. I have a good motivational book to get me out the funk and I feel like I can shake off the funk my mother put me in.

stepping Watch the time run shut up by the rules No cracking feeling All about time Time brought me here Time to end this meeting, I don't hate, I'm not angry, I don't hold grudges Time, thank you Has left a mark I am thankful Aiys was engrossed in writing, after conveying some of Aiys feelings, repeated some materials to strengthen his preparations for tomorrow's war. The scratch paper in front of Aiys was filled with numbers and writing. Aiys is grateful to be able to do 30 questions tonight. Aiys rubbed her eyes, it felt like something had hit her. Aiys need sleep. When Aiys walked to the bed, Aiys looked at her cellphone. It turned out to be fully charged. I don't know why Aiys just want