As I slowly opened my eyelids, the only thing that registered in my mind was the white ceiling of my room. I slowly stretched in my bed, trying to wake my body while at the same time cuddling my pillow and blanket, trying to fight that conflicting feeling of waking up or falling back to sleep.
I can only hear the creaking of our black, metal double-deck bed. Yeah, I sleep above while my brother sleeps below. It feels good sleeping in an elevated area. Somehow, I feel like i’m near the heavens.
The morning smelled like rain. I know, it’s quite weird. But yeah, the morning smelled like rain. Not of fried eggs or bread, or coffee. Just that.
The air was cold. My bed was comfortable. And cold. So I hugged my pillows, covered myself with the cool feel of the blanket. Armed with the nicest sensation we all feel on a cold, early morning, I went back to sleep.
And later, I woke up, just like any ordinary day.