newstory22
12-12-2008, 05:10 PM
It’s Friday, the break of dawn, as the sun’s beams peek over the horizon, the lack of restrictions, the fresh air sneaking in through the cracks of the window; it’s the beginning of fall when the air’s still cold but at the equivalent moment stimulating. The soft sounds of the birds’ melody stroking against your ears, the whistle of the wind making sure it doesn’t disturb your sleep, but at the same time enhancing the eardrum making you enjoy every moment.
It’s the time that you believe nothing can wake you up, you’re in that perfect moment when you believe life is great and how we thank lord for the gift he gave us, the gift of life, everything is going smoothly the weather, the atmosphere even the birds agree.
“Brrrrring brrrrrrring” the alarm screeches, “brrrrring brrrrring” its screams at you as if it’s your boss, commanding you to wake up.
“What the ****? Six already there must be a mistake” you whisper to yourself half unconscious. “**** work, **** my life, screw everyone I’m not waking up”, you murmur as you toss the duvet over your side, once again the little devil has ruined your life, it has smashed, destroyed, stamped every dream you ever had on having the perfect life. Since it’s so well mannered it even donated some of its precious time to piss on your dignity, your respect, your reputation. “Bloody alarm clock who’s the bloody bastard who invented it?” you care to say, as you make your way to the bathroom over the warn away carpet, but deep inside you know what it keeps out of sight, the “****ed up floor” all fractured away hidden by a thick layer of dust, that on the way you’re allergic to.
It’s the time that you believe nothing can wake you up, you’re in that perfect moment when you believe life is great and how we thank lord for the gift he gave us, the gift of life, everything is going smoothly the weather, the atmosphere even the birds agree.
“Brrrrring brrrrrrring” the alarm screeches, “brrrrring brrrrring” its screams at you as if it’s your boss, commanding you to wake up.
“What the ****? Six already there must be a mistake” you whisper to yourself half unconscious. “**** work, **** my life, screw everyone I’m not waking up”, you murmur as you toss the duvet over your side, once again the little devil has ruined your life, it has smashed, destroyed, stamped every dream you ever had on having the perfect life. Since it’s so well mannered it even donated some of its precious time to piss on your dignity, your respect, your reputation. “Bloody alarm clock who’s the bloody bastard who invented it?” you care to say, as you make your way to the bathroom over the warn away carpet, but deep inside you know what it keeps out of sight, the “****ed up floor” all fractured away hidden by a thick layer of dust, that on the way you’re allergic to.