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Morning will come and nothing can stop that. - - -
I'm awake, but I couldn't move, nor could I speak. I tried opening my mouth, clicking my jaw as wide as it would go, yet no words came out. I'm failing to remain anything but calm.
My eyes take sudden notice of random objects magically turning to dust. I couldn't stop it, any of it, before succumbing to complete darkness and the unsettling fear of what may lurk in this unknown. I tried to scream into the nothingness, the lingering silence, deafening.
Maybe accepting my impending fate would be far easier than fighting it.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
"It's the first day of your new forever." I wasn't about to believe a siren was here to somehow kill me. "There'll be music, there'll be light." No definitely not, however there is a peak of light now.
I'd been restless, twisting and turning in my bed long enough to witness the world outside my room go from darkness through to dawn. Rather than counting sheep, my over-thinking mind was running through lists; cruelly reminding myself as of today, I'll no longer be sleeping in the comfort of my own bed. Not only fear in my day to day life, it was now haunting me in my sleep.
"Now wake up!" Mum's commanding voice snapped me back to reality.
Before the singing continues throughout the hallway. "Cause for the last time you'll do this in forever, I won't need to yell with all my might." Evidently she's rather impressionable with her recent Disney marathons.
I've been awake longer than my mum's chirpy ass has been up this morning.
The singing started to dull down when she shifted down the hall, by moving on to Haley's door and knocked random beats against it.
"Alrighttt, I'm up, gosh!" Haley shouted back.
I could picture her now, balled fists to the sides of her worn out teddy bear PJ bottoms, narrowed eyes, pouty lips and a messy bun dropping on her face. For someone so prepared and composed throughout the day, she certainly wasn't a morning person.
