It’s a gloomy rainy day today, and all my thoughts of being melancholic over the weekend are seeping from my pores.
The gray skies and the pitter-patter of the cloud’s tears would be perfect accompaniment to a thick blanket, fluffy pillows, and hot chocolate with whipped cream on top; but I didn’t get the perfect accompaniment.
I had to wake up
and dress up
and wait for a bus that never came
and get snapped on by a woman who bumped into my umbrella
and make a presentation to a sleepy class
and now I have to study for finals…
I just want to snuggle up to something warm and fluffy and enjoy this rain in a dry bed.
Which side of the bed is the wrong side?
How does the rest of the world deal with gloomy days?
