The sun was peeking through the drawn curtains of my bedroom window announcing the arrival of a new day. I drew my blanket closer to my eyes and tried to shut the sunrays away, a futile exercise i engaged in every single morning. Sleep, however, had eluded me by now and I caught myself studying the flowery pattern on my snug blanket. Big red roses with green tiny leaves; there were some brown and pink flowers as well added in for that extra effect. I sighed and absentmindedly started tracing the outline of the red roses with my little finger but was soon being tugged into a dark abyss, an abyss that always crept up on me when I least expected it. I shuddered and hurriedly hurled the blanket out of my eyes sitting upright on the edge of the bed. No sooner had my feet hit the ground, that first wave of dread hit me like a speeding car rummaging an unassuming passenger. My mind went numb and the bottomless abyss beckoned me back to the assumed safety of my blanket.
But I was not going to give in without a fight. I dragged my feet towards the window and parted the curtains a teeny weeny bit. There was the expectant face of the sun smiling at me, luring me outside into its arms, into all the wonderful possibilities that the day held. A silent game of tug of war ensued but my face soon broke into a huge smile and I winked back at the sun as its glowing warmth engulfed me away from the darkness in my mind. I started humming a soft tune and returned to my bed; tugged at the blue and orange bedsheet, skillfully smoothening the creases and tucking them away neatly underneath. I looked at the red roses and smilingly folded them into four equal halves neatly piling the blanket on top of my pillow.
With my bed neatly done and the sun having my back, I was now ready for whatever the day held for me.
But I was not going to give in without a fight. I dragged my feet towards the window and parted the curtains a teeny weeny bit. There was the expectant face of the sun smiling at me, luring me outside into its arms, into all the wonderful possibilities that the day held. A silent game of tug of war ensued but my face soon broke into a huge smile and I winked back at the sun as its glowing warmth engulfed me away from the darkness in my mind. I started humming a soft tune and returned to my bed; tugged at the blue and orange bedsheet, skillfully smoothening the creases and tucking them away neatly underneath. I looked at the red roses and smilingly folded them into four equal halves neatly piling the blanket on top of my pillow.
With my bed neatly done and the sun having my back, I was now ready for whatever the day held for me.
