Just Let Me

I could feel the orange-red streaks singing through the crack of my window- kissing my face-the warmth was sweetly bent on my unorganized room and threatening my eyes shut.

I dislike Mondays with a passion, the traffic is hideous and school promises to be a pain. All I want to do is lie in bed until the tips of glowing sun was on the west side of the earth again.

Closing my eyes, I relax in the early raining sun. My mind was blank and I could hear the silence dripping all around. It's just me again... alone.

Maybe today will be a good day.

Like a crescendo the soft sun gradually belted harsh rays that willingly attacked my face and it was enough to remind me of the truth... Today is going to be horrible.