Waking up cold and damp, feeling like he slept on a field of grass as the morning dew had set on him. Oscar gets up from the bed, as he puts a blanket over his shoulders and slowly scuttles over to the gas cooker to brew himself some coffee. A quick rinse of the small kettle, a few spoons of ground coffee, cold water and the fire of the gas cooker were good enough for him to make some coffee and warm himself up, as winter is approaching and the weather is getting colder. Until the coffee brews, Oscar goes to the window by the bed, to check how things look outside. Through the crack of the window that was taped with scotch tape, the sun is shining through the yellow leaves of the tree that was in front of his small parental home. I don’t know why people take this life so seriously, it is far too important, he thought to himself after witnessing a neighbor arguing with his spouse in front of his house at 7 AM. The kettle starts boiling, he slowly goes to turn the gas cooker off, then waits for a few more minutes for the coffee to settle at the bottom as he ponders about college. Trying to figure out whether he should finish it or apply for a better one. I just want to be safe, he thinks, deciding that it is better for him to first finish this college before doing anything dramatic. At least this way I have some insurance, he thinks to himself whilst warming up some milk to add to his coffee. The phone rings, he makes his way to answer it. Good morning, Mr. Oscar, I call on the behalf of the funeral company. We’d like to ask if you want the funeral with the caskets closed or opened. He sits there for a moment pondering and telling them that closed is better. They oblige and thank him for his time before ending the call. I feel like I was careless, he says, continuing his morning ritual. Coffee in hand, sifting through his notes, he tries to find the number of the college professors he has classes with today, to remind them that he won’t be able to attend. Unable to find them, he starts looking for his pants, a shirt, some shoes and some socks, to dress himself up, run to the college and talk to the professors before the funeral. He finds a pair of wrinkly black pants, a white shirt with a yellow stain on the lower left side. After finding a decent pair of shoes, he looks for some socks, pair after pair each with holes at the back or at the front, he finally finds a pair that only has holes at the sole, he puts them on, shoes too afterwards and taking his father old big overcoat he leaves quickly.
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