Selective Seclusion

"What are your plans for today?" It was quite a silly question for her mother to ask, considering that she already knew the answer. Feeling too lazy to muster up the voice to respond, Psyche lets the boiling kettle speak on her place. She flips the stove off and watched her makeshift tablea syrup pour on the stack of pancakes. It isn't very often she gets to eat like this. Her mother insists on minimize sugar intake because of her father's condition. As much as Psyche loves her father, she never understood why she usually has to eat the same things he did.

"Maybe we can invite your friends to come over?" With his mouth still stuffed with tuna amapalaya, her father makes a suggestion. It was followed up with a small coughing fit and pounding of chest. "Yes! That would be wonderful, don't you think? Evan Odd, right? We can ask her sister if-". Her mother's voice began faded away as Psych and her poor excuse of a breakfast make their way to her bedroom. Psyche took each step down as carefully as possible to ensure not to drop any of the walnuts and chocorocks she scattered around the plate of pancakes.

Her world was contained within the four corners of that basement. Although you wouldn't be able to tell that basement had four corners because the amount of stuff in there seemingly stretched into an endless horizon. It was basically a time capsule of unfilled promises and forgotten times. Like the boxes of clothes that don’t fit her anymore or the generator her father forgot to get around fixing. The dusty blue floral curtains of a small window were slightly open, allowing the sun to peak at the mess. She pushes aside some paper and spare change to make room on her desk. With a click of a button, a familiar whirring noised could be heard. The birds muffled scratching were overpowered by the computer’s synthetic sound effects. The world outside just keeps going; Unlike in here, where everything it was constant. It’s just how Psyche liked things. Or perhaps she’s done a good job convincing herself of that.