Let it be a Dream

Two

        When I woke up that dreadful morning I was actually happy - until I looked outside and remembered who I was. There was no delicious smell wafting in from the kitchen, no happy-go-lucky friends singing "happy birthday!" on the doorstep, no glorious sun shining delightful rays into my bedroom. No, not for me. Maybe somewhere, somehow, someone was waking up refreshed and exhilerated. But I just wanted to sink back into my sheets and a dreamy, peaceful slumber. I lifted my head once again, just enough to watch the sheets of rain pelting my window. Even the sky was showing its utter contempt for me that day. But I like the rain.