At the first touch of sunlight, the skies squrimed like a baby, cuddled by early disquiet that gave her thoughts a happy look.
It was Monday.
The bonfires on the previous night, left a nostalgic scratch on her face. Like a whirlwind, caressed by the touch of a rose,she forgot the deafening worries of school, of poor semester results and a careless relationship. She left the soft embrace of her bed, walked straight to the window, from where the sun sat on the lip of clouds, humming bright songs that kept oozing out streams, warm like a kiss, ecstatic like the rays.
It is Monday, and it started beautifully.