The alarm jolted me from sleep. It was a Sunday and I normally sleep until I feel like it. I had no reckoning of setting an alarm at all.

The alarm kept going as I fumbled through the sheets above my head for my mobile phone, refusing to open my eyes for I still wanted more sleep. Eventually, I had to peek to finally silence it. I looked at my phone and discovered that the alarm was actually a reminder I set for a seminar's registration. It was for work. What was I thinking then, setting it on a Sunday to remind me about it?!

I dropped my phone beside me and turned in bed to go back to sleep. I closed my eyes and willed it. Waited and waited some more. I cleared my head and took a deep breathe. Once more I waited. I turned in bed again but sleep has left me for good.

Annoyed, I picked up my phone and wrote an email reminding seminar registrants of the deadline of submission for its registration requirements tomorrow, April 30. Then I put down the phone and sat up in bed. It was only eight in the morning. I sighed as I decided to get up to prepare breakfast. Maybe I should go back to bed after it?!

I haven't had time to stand when my phone buzzed again. This time a notification came in. I picked it up and sat indian seat style on my bed to check it out. Someone replied to my email already. Wow, another early riser on a Sunday?! I thought.

"Dear Ms. Sam," the sender, a man by the small avatar it displayed, began. "I'm an entrepreneur and my work only allows me to get off at 6pm."

"I would be able to reach you to submit my requirements roughly 7pmish onwards since I still have to have dinner first," he continued. "Would it be possible to meet you that late tomorrow?"

I scrolled down his email and saw his name. Ben T. Mogan. I sighed. Looks like Ben didn't read carefully what I said in my email reminder that submissions end at 9pm or he had some visual impairment that he just didn't see it.

"Hi, Ben," I started typing my reply, "No worries on meeting you late."

"I did indicate in my email reminder that submission ends 9pm tomorrow," I added. "See you then."

I hit the send button and put my phone down to yawn. Working on a Sunday, again?! I scoffed at myself as I stood up stretching my arms. This has got to stop, girl?! I told myself smiling.

My phone buzzed again. Now what?! I better turn off my data, it's really starting to annoy me.

I checked the notification. An email from Ben again. This guy must have nothing to do today, huh?!

"Hi, Ms. Sam! Thank you for your immediate response, " he said.

"I do look forward to see you tomorrow," he continued. "May I have your mobile number then so I can inform you when I'm on my way already?"

Ughh. I was beginning to be annoyed. There's just something wrong with this guy's eyes! My contact number was in the templated signature of my email!

I didn't reply anymore. It was not my nature to spoonfeed people. Instead, I dropped the phone on my bed and walked out of my room to the kitchen. My stomach was grumbling already. I need my breakfast.

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It's not breakfast if there ain't any eggs in it. I smiled to myself as I scooped in the last traces of my sunny side up with the bite-size of pandesal--a Filipino favorite, hearth-baked, small bread roll--on my hand and shoved it all in my mouth. A happy breakfast is a happy day, after all!

The good thing about being single and living on your own is that I can just be how I want to be. No need to worry about being prim and proper on the table or anywhere else. I can even run naked in the house for all I care.

I smiled and stood up. It was one of 'em days I loved being single. The independence, the freedom. Those are what I do love the most about it.

I've actually become accustomed to this self-reliance that I sometimes wonder if I'd be able to adapt to living with someone "'till death do us part". Living alone for eleven years is no joke after all.

My dog putting her paws on my lap, as she stood up wagging her tail, brought me back from my reverie. She scratched my lap and was yawning up at me.

"Hi, baby! Sorry, you're hungry already." I picked her up. A black chihuahua. My dear friend and loyal companion of nine years. Such a fluffy, huggable creature. I would have wanted this was a real human baby, one from my own flesh and blood. I thought I would actually have one of my own last year, until--I shook my head to ward off the sad thoughts.

I put my dog down and got her some food to eat. Then I went back my bedroom. Off to bed again! My kind of Sunday. Just lounging around and doing nothing.

I picked up my phone and saw there was an unopened message from an unregistered number. I opened it as I lied down.

"Hi, Ms. Sam. This is Ben T. Mogan. Sorry I missed out seeing your number in your email. Please save mine. See you tomorrow. Thank you." It read.

Hmm, this Ben guy is really persistent to attend the seminar. Very intriguing guy. I placed the phone by the headboard and cuddled back into the sheets.

"Tomorrow, I will see for myself how intruiging you really are, Ben," was the last thought I had before I finally dozed back to sleep.