Write a story titled all is well that ends well
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All is well that ends well
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It was a bright cold morning and the alarm clock sounded sharp at 6 am, not a moment more, mercilessly barging into my dreams. I woke up pretty lost and confused not knowing who I was, where I was and what exactly I was doing at 6 in the morning. I looked across the room for a moment or two. Not remembering anything, I went back to sleep. That’s how it all started.
When I woke up for the next time, it was the usual alarm sounding at 8 am. I woke up, suddenly remembering who I was. It was an unusually quiet house for a Tuesday. My room-mate makes breakfast for the two of us on Tuesdays and she usually makes a lot of noise. I sat meditating, trying to gather the remnants of the dream, so that tonight I could continue dreaming from exactly where I had left off; when I suddenly remembered a thing or two from the night before, exactly where I had left them off before bed. My room-mate was out of the city, she was supposed to come back today and I was supposed to wake up, cook and complete an assignment. I had to submit it to pass the course and it was due early in the day. I jumped off from my bed, pushing my blanket and the dreams severed into pieces, leaving the chilly winds to make me dance to keep myself warm.
Whoever said that the deadline is the ultimate inspiration had never said a truer line. Fully inspired, I sat at the desk thinking about the sums, jumped across the room trying to get ready, still thinking about the sums and finally left the room, almost fully dressed, but I still couldn’t solve the sum. Nonetheless, I was inspired and I knew that I will be able to write something before submission. I shut the door, asked my brain to block the feeling of hunger and hurried to the bus stand.
The bus came at that precise minute and I hopped in. My brain took a leap as well and suddenly came across the answer. Just as I was about to take out my copy, the conductor asked me for my fare. To my greatest dismay, I realized that the purse was in my room and gave him a sad expression. It usually works when you are really pretty I guess, or I hadn’t done it right, but the next moment I was thrown out of the bus and was running all the way back home. I reached my door, almost out of breathe when I realized that I had shut the door, without taking the keys and hence, was securely locked out of my own house.
Luckily, my room-mate had spare keys and she would come back in the evening. Right now I had to find another way of reaching college. Standing outside my house, I was wondering what to do. Suddenly I saw the boy-next-door with his amazing bicycle. I loved him, truly, deeply, for a long time, but I do not recollect loving his bicycle so much. I shamelessly ran up to him and almost grabbed his cycle. “Is there anything you want to say?”, he asked pretty bewildered. “I am free this evening!”, I replied and with that I rode away into the streets, wondering if I really did utter the last line or was it someone else talking on my behalf. I had gone crazy. The day was moody and I was trying my best to follow its mood swings.