Just Another Day I wake to the sound of church bells as I do every Sunday. It s six o clock and the rest of the late comers are filing in for mass. Through my window I can see all of the people in their Sunday apparel, dragging their children by their arms and gossiping to one another about the usual events of the week. Shivers crawl up my spine while I search through my closet for a pair of long-johns.
Sunlight continues to illuminate the room as the sun peers over the trees opposite to our house.
The frost still gleams white on all that it covers, and there are flurries of snow flakes falling ever soo slowly to the ground. Standing at my window I can feel the heat from the radiator creeping in between my toes as it makes an attempt to warm the surrounding air. Bored with what's going on outside I decide to make my way down the hall to see if my younger brother is awake. As I veer off into my brother's room I proceed to jump on him until he s angry enough to get up. She was always my favorite action figure.