I was on cloud nine. Everything was perfect. The room temperature. My pillows soft and comforting. My quilt the ideal cocoon. Wrapping me in haven. From a distance, i heard that disturbing sound. The volume kept increasing until it was a big pain in the ears. I squeezed my eyes shut. Yet the annoying blare continued. It was the alarm. My thought was, why was it ringing? Breaking that magical spell. Abruptly, alertness crept in. Gosh! It was the school's prize giving day and I was performing in the mini orchestra. Practice starts in exactly half an hour. I could already hear Mrs Mag repeating the holy mantra, practice makes perfect. Early birds catch the worm.
I jumped into the shower and got ready. Carrying my trumpet, I headed to the bus stop.
I jumped into the shower and got ready. Carrying my trumpet, I headed to the bus stop.
