Something I Dread

Without moving I can already feel aniticipation in the bright sun creaping its way through my closed eyes, begging for them to open. I squint and let out a sigh. I know the fatal knock and quick greeting is cose at hand. Just a soft tapping at the door, and a gentle "wake up, Beth" but its more than that. It means that I have to move from the comfort of my warm soft bed and face the world. A brand new day. yeah. woo hoo. The gleaming sun through my glass window blinds me, and begins mocking. "Beth... get up. You have to get up!" Or is that my father? Either way, it doesn't matter. They both want me to do the impossible. I curl my toes, and my body stiffens as the warm safety of my covers is slowy ripped away from me. One final inhale as my nose takes in the familiar scent of my pillow. One final moment of serenity and peace. The sounds of breakfast are just enough to lure me downstairs.