My Dear (SCP-049 X Reader)

~Chapter 1~

//Your POV//

I woke up in my cold room, the sun shining through my curtains.

I stretched, yawning.

I can see in my mirror the mess of my hair and the tiredness in my eyes.

Despite the shaking of my body and my eyes being half lidded I forced myself out of bed and to put on overalls and a button up flannel.

I had chores to be done at 7 in the morning.

The spring air was bitter against my exposed ankles that my socks or boots didn't cover.

The birds were still in their nests sleeping.

I tried to keep my body wrapped in my cotton jacket as best as I could.

As much as I hate being cold, I knew I should savor this coolness before the summer comes.

It doesn't get extremely hot in my area but it still gets hot.

I started with collecting eggs from the chicken coop, and planting them down in their basket so I could tend to the chickens and hens themselves.

I fed them, and left them to their meal and brought the basket of eggs inside the kitchen and left them on the counter.

I went back out and began to water my garden.

First, my vegetables.

After that, my flowers and other plants.

I then herded the chickens back into their housing so I could leave.

I hopped on my bicycle, making sure I had some flowers and a few eggs in the basket in front of the bike and rode down my driveway onto the dirt rode of my neighborhood.

My town is Lilaca.

It's a rural town known for its farmers markets and, well, farmers.

I wouldn't consider myself a farmer but I definitely benefited off raising chickens and veggies from the markets of people from the city.

Ah yes, Regalton.

Regalton was the bustling, business capital of my area.

Personally it wasn't my cup of tea, since it doesn't suit my easy going, slow poke way of life.

I rode down onto the more paved rides, passing fields that once grew corn are now docile for the off season.

I soon reached my grandmothers house, and knocked on her front door after parking my bike in her driveway.

"Good morning, Y/n," She smiled gently.

"Morning, gram," I took the eggs and flower from my basket and handed them to her.

"Thanks, sweetheart, here," I watched her walk to her kitchen from the doorstep and return with 4 cartons of fresh milk.

She has cows in her much larger yard and let's me sell some of her milk.

I have tried to give her the money before  but she always refuses so instead I bring her some of my eggs, flowers or crops.

"Thank you, Grandma, I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart, now don't work yourself too hard now. You should stop for lunch later!" She laughed.

"Of course," I nodded.

I then hugged her, hopped on my bike and rode home.

I then entered my house.

It wasn't very big, it's a two bedroom one bath ranch, like most of the houses around here.

I began to package the eggs I had collected earlier into cartons.

I had many hens so I ended up having about 30 cartons of eggs.

I then returned outside to pick my vegetables.

I collected about 70 pods of peas, which hit my fingers a lot..ouch.., 40 carrots, 30 tomatoes, 40 cucumbers and 30 radishes.

I then fitted everything skillfully yet carefully into my bike basket and rode to my setup at the market area, arriving early to set up.

In the midst of that I checked my cellphone to see it was already 9 in the morning.

'Wow. Time really does fly fast when working.'

I then sold my items until everything was sold out at 12 in the afternoon.

I had made enough money to last me for a month.

It was a good thing people tipped me for my hard work as well which helped a lot.

As soon as I came home I showered and then ate a very late breakfast.

I never ate breakfast at a decent time on harvest/market days.

I laid down on my couch, watching videos on YouTube with my phone and finding myself drifting farther into sleep.