MONDAY MORNING

I woke up in the morning as usual. I sat on my bed for about two or more minutes trying to figure out what to do first. It was a cloudy morning with rain promising to shower later on. The clouds were dark and low, the wind blew furiously, impatiently shaking the trees all over. The morning silence accompanied by birds singing songs of enchantment, was no more. They were now viewed as history, or preferably, a dream to come. Nothing seemed friendly anymore.

The harsh winter was young, and the early good moods complemented by the morning glory had disappeared with summer: everything was gloomy. I was no exception. I groaned at the fact that I had to wake up early and prepare for work. This was, though, a daily routine. A routine I had gotten used to and always enjoyed. On the contrary, things had changed with the shivering colds everywhere, and I cursed winter. I looked back and faced my half folded, soft, heavy, warm and maroon cotton blanket; I turned my eyes to see the sparklet white sheet, the comfortable pillows... and with a grin I remarked the spectacular view that made my cosy bed. For a moment, I wished things were other wise. I adored those who were retired, with no place to go to early again.

My clock's alarm went on. I realized that I had woken up approximately five minutes earlier, and I smiled. I knew that I had enough time to prepare for work. I was going to have a hot delicious breakfast, and oh! I would walk comfortably to the Cyber cafe too. I was going to be early and I knew without any doubt that Linnet: my co-worker, was going to be surprised, surprised at my astonishing achievement. I couldn't wait to see her facial expression when she was going to find me early, and waiting, at the shop's door. But I knew that I was going to love it!