O5–31–26

Kyeji’s what-a-day.
Kyeji woke up sitting on his gaming chair. His neck hurt. His lower back hurt even more. Somehow, he had fallen asleep there again, and now he was paying the price for it.

The morning started simple. His dada and Sky only gave him one cookie. One. Which honestly felt like betrayal. Though later on, Sky finally gave him the whole box, so perhaps she was forgiven.

The deal for the day was simple: Be home before curfew. And surprisingly, Kyeji actually intended to follow it.

Afternoon came, and he found himself going to church first. Then buying flowers. Then, eventually, to the person he was currently courting.

He stayed for hours. And maybe he would have stayed longer if time allowed.

Yelo even made him a coffee latte—which was very yummy, by the way. Unexpectedly yummy.

Maybe too yummy.

But curfew was curfew. So eventually, Kyeji went home. And somehow, his night still had more waiting for him.

The living room eventually turned into chaos—UNO cards, pizza boxes, and competitive accusations everywhere. Pepperoni. Hawaiian. Creamy spinach.

Kyeji, his dad, and his dada had been playing for a while, and things had been going suspiciously well for him.

Which was exactly why he suggested a bet. The loser had to carry Woofie and do ten squats.

At the time, it sounded genius. Because surely—he was going to win. He did not.

Now, he found himself staring at Woofie in complete silence. Woofie only stared back, tail wagging happily, completely unaware of the suffering ahead.

1... 2... 3...
Not bad.
4... 5... 6...
His knees started questioning life.
7...
Why was Woofie suddenly so heavy?
8... 9... 10...
“Parusa talaga sa sarili ’to e,” he muttered under his breath.

The moment he finished, Kyeji collapsed dramatically onto the floor.

One UNO game.
And somehow—it became the hardest workout of his entire day.