I slept last night not so peacefully intoxicated as I usually do, but with tiny vestiges of torment in the deepest corners of my heart, as to my dismay, no one kept in mind that tomorrow is my birthday. I know I shouldn't grieve over such a trivial matter, it doesn't matter anyways right? My birthday hasn't been celebrated for years now, I haven't ever since I've been living alone.
The morning that followed wasn't as gleeful or cheerful as I anticipated it to be, I opened my eyes as the sunlight from the sun passed by the curtains gently and tapped my eyes. I smiled to myself at the warm morning of early winter and rubbed my eyes as I sat up on the bed. I stretched out my hands and I stood up to wear slippers, when I suddenly realized.
How is the sun out at 4 in the morning??
THIS IS SO NOT HAPPENING AGAIN!?
