CADEN
The gentle sound of curtain rods gliding against the polished stainless steel pole accompanied the warm, golden glow of the morning sun as it bathed my childhood bedroom in a soft, inviting light.
The radiant beams of the sunlight breathed life into the weariness that had taken residence within me over the course of the preceding two months.
"Get up, wake up, it's morning," she coaxed, her voice like a silken ribbon woven with morning tranquility.
Refusing to let go of the comfort of my cocoon, I drew the covers tighter around me, my body recoiling from the intrusion of daylight.
"I don't want to go to school today," I whined.
Her determination remained unswayed, and she tugged the comforter until I reluctantly surrendered to the brightness of the new day.
In her sedated voice
