Piece Number I

It all started on a beautifully rainy day and if I must say, this was no ordinary Sunday. I woke up to the sound of my obnoxious alarm clock and without thinking, I placed my hand on my head. This splitting headache was a massive pain, but disregarding it, I slowly moved my body over the ledge of the bed. It creaked softly and as my feet made contact with the cold floor, I flinched. Hand still on head, I smiled gently wondering what I had done the previous night. I remembering studying for my Calculus test today, but very vaguely do I remember the simply algebraic terms. The rain hitting the glass of the window made small thumping noises that made me somewhat displeased. I suppose it was because I just had woke up with a gut wrenching feeling, but that was only a thought. Rubbing my eyes after the minor head ache fled, I ruffled my wavy brown hair that felt oddly greasy. I felt disgusted with this and got up, wobbling a bit, but nevertheless I stood up straight. My eyes focused to the dim light and the numbers illuminating on my small digital clock taunted me. It was 4:33 in the morning and I could not for the life of me wonder why I wanted to be up this early or at such an irregular time. Stepping towards my wooden desk that smelt of redwood, I logged my wake up time as I always did.

Putting down the pen and closing the notebook, I exerted an awkward yawn that seemed to be caught in my throat for a moment. The house was quite vacant, but I guessed it was because it was before dusk. My room was in the attic so I have to be careful on how much noise my feet make and any kind of movement I make for that matter. Mother does tend to become angry when I am not quiet. Anyways, I stared out into the only window I had in my room and of course, it was a huge window. This window is what attracted me into taking the attic as my room. I fancied the architecture a whole lot and fell in love with how spacious this one place was.


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