The singing of the birds woke me up from my slumber, slowly and softly pulling me away from the world of my dreams. Their songs were rhythmic and cheerful, a soothing melody to my ears. They were ready to meet the day, so very in love and mesmerized by the sun glistening in the sky while I was still struggling to open my eyes.
The day started warm, in contrast to the cold I had slept through the night before. Every morning when I woke up, I couldn't help but realize how lucky I was to be able to feel the comfort and warmth of my bed. It was something I used to long for, something that was too luxurious and grand for me to have.
Sleep used to be the only thing I could look forward to throughout the day, as I wouldn't have to deal with the humiliation and mockery that people used to heap on me while I was sleeping. I'd just let my consciousness drift away and wished that I could sleep longer—longer than anyone could have ever imagined.
