It's morning. I can tell. The light seeps through my eyelids, not even my translucent curtains can hold it back. This light...it isn't that of the soft streetlight resting on the other side of the pavement. It is that of my arch-nemeses, the one who's shining rays of tormenting light cut through the embracing shade of night; The Sun!
It burns. The inside of my eyelids turn, from a cool blackish-blue, into an angry red.
I usually like red.
Not now.
Grudgingly pushing the two balls of fuzz off my bed, I swing my legs up and out of the warm covers. The fuzz-balls claw their way back up the maroon-colored comforter, pinning my legs in the process.
Not one to battle with the forces of nature; I let them be.
