the blanket syndrome

all started with a random noise of falling books on the floor.
cat did it again.
the annoyance of the fallen books was followed by the ringtone of my sisters mobile phone.
i looked up straight up to the ceiling and then outside to the open window.
the sun was shinning, the birds were singing and my heart was breaking in the thought of leaving the bed.
an other day had started without asking me if i was ready for it.