I don’t usually start my morning off well. Usually, I’d wake up to my sisters’ or mum’s voice screaming from the living room either in anger or because then are calling someone from upstairs; my walls were as thin as a paper. Today though, I woke up on my own in total peacefulness. It was probably because I was going on a somewhat of a date; even it wasn’t really a date, it was out first-time making plans and hanging out on our own. It was a big deal.
On important dates that I am anxious about, my body tends to wake me up at least two hours before the time I set in my alarm. That morning was no different. I woke up at 7 a.m. with a very weird dream, exhausted body, and a fast-beating heart. I frustrated groan left my mouth when I saw the time. I rolled around and picked up my phone to see
