ELIZABETH
I felt a warm sensation burn my face. As it slowly moved down my body, all he way to my toes it became more obvious. Then I opened my eyes slowly, trying to block out the light with my hand but it was still quite overwhelming. I was never a morning person.
It always leaved as a reflection of the tiring life routine i had to wake up to. today, even though i was not waking up to rush to work, I was still not happy. i was not where i wanted to be. Who would have though that life would play such a cruel joke on me. That it would bring into such an unforgiving place. A wounded place, were i would carry the disapointment inside me. Every morning acts as a reminder f what my parents did to me.
Soon after, I realized it was just the automated windows folding back, which meant it was already 8AM. I sighed. This was really going to take a while to get used to.
