☣️ The End of This...?

  "Write about ending." 

The alarm clock rang. My miniature eyes opened wide. A couple of light beams from the light street crossed the opened and dusty window in front of the bed I rested. My breathing was harsh, the song Spotify had selected to wake me up was not my favorite, and the covers were big and heavy to move; I spun a bit to get out of them. 

    Suddenly, I growled the mosquito next to my ear. I sat up for thirty seconds, staring at the infinity. Sotero—my brother's best friend—slept with us the previous night and knocked on my door. "Let's go, wey, what do you want, Colombian, Rwandan or Pike Place?" he said. "Colombian is good," I murmured.

    I grabbed my phone. My hand stuck with the sticky case my cousin left on it the previous night—I got rid of the thing and unlocked my cellphone. The hour marked 5:25 AM, the desert's weather that morning was six degrees, yet the humidity was only at ten percent. All seemed good.

    Without further delay, I ran to the bathroom, dipped my head in the cold water stream, and went down the stairs for my coffee. This morning we were going to the mountains—capturing the multi-colored-sun from the dawn was the goal. Moreover, we deserved a break from periodic webinars and phone calls. After that, we got in the car,—jam-packed with backpacks—and drove to the meadow before starting the ascent. We finished the entire tour in four hours and got back home.  

 

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Why did I share that little excerpt with you all? Because I am happy. I wrote this message at night. I tried to accomplish my writing challenge early in the morning every day. It took me at least two hours to finish each essay; this is not my first language, man. Besides, I wouldn't say I like leaving unfinished stuff. I thank God he let me plunge on this challenge. I am fascinated by everything I learned throughout this month. The award was way better than I thought.

    But Cesar, what was that prize you gave yourself for this achievement, could you tell us? Was it a giant-golden trophy? An unhealthy cake recently baked? or enough time to catch up with a series? No, no, and no. It was lemon-milk ice cream with cookies and cinnamon at its top. I could say that purchase was fantastic. I bought it near home. I will not hide my feelings; I am in love with an employee.  

    Well, buddies, to wrap this up. I must acknowledge this will be the end of my 31-Day challenge, but I will continue to write about whatever I like. I prepared a self-motivational message. It is not complicated or over-prepared. It is simple and nothing more.

  

2021, I am coming. 2021, I am hungry to discover and improve. 2021, I am confident in what I can do. 

God and 2020, thank you. My friends, coworkers, students, and I are proud to count ourselves among those willing to do whatever it takes to learn. Although this year is not over yet, we acknowledge everything you both have placed in this long way. You will see more later.

Onward...