She loved that first minute in the morning. You know, the minute when you wake up, your bed is still warm and the soft sunshine touches your skin. She yawned, sat up and looked out through the window.
"What a beautiful morning!" And it was, it really was.
Then it hit her.
And everything that had happened last night, the day before that, the past weeks, the past years, came back to her.
Suddenly the morning wasn't all that beautiful. Suddenly she felt that urge to fall back alseep.
"Maybe if I sleep some more, it will all go away..."
"What will go away?" she asked herself.
Created: Aug 24, 2012Samanthy Document Media