It Was The Sun That Woke Me Up. It Was Just There, Looking, Peeping At Me Through The Gap In Between My Curtains. Warm And Bright,
Just As The Sun Normally Was, But It Was Different. It A Way It Wasn't As Friendly As It Usually Was, It Was Bright And Beautiful, But Maybe It Was Too Beautiful, Maybe It Was Just Too Bright, But Whatever It Was It Was If It Was A Warning. It Was Just A Hunch I Had.
I'm Like That Sometimes, Always Jumping To Conclusions, Maybe I Thought This Because The Sun Never Appeared Around Here. Maybe It Had Taken A Vacation And Moved Over To Forks For A While.
"Come On Vacation Have You ? Well I Hope You Enjoy Your Stay," It Was Quite Peculiar, Talking To The Sun "I Hope You Do Stay!." I Added As My Eyes Shifted Towards The Grey, Agressive Clouds Who Were Edging Towards The Bright, Beautiful, Beaming Sun. It Seemed They Weren't As Happy About The Suns Arrival As I Was.
I Shuffled Slowly Towards My Dresser To Pick Up The Clothes I Had Layed Out The Previous Night. My Faded Jeans And My White Shirt.
Looking For My Slippers Was, I Think, The Hardest Part Of The Morning. Well, My Slipper. I Kick Them Off In Diffrent Directions, Not Bothering To Look Where, Not Thinking Of The Time I Wasted In The Morning, I'm Like A Bear, Hunting For My Prey (Not That I Have Any Intention Of Eating My Slipper !). I Usually End Up Finding It Under My Bed But This Time It's As If It Disapeared Completley.
That Was My Theory Every Morning To Be Honest And There It Is Under My Bed. I Checked Again. No Sight Of It Anywhere. I Looked At My Clock And Saw That I'd Wasted Twenty Minutes Looking For My Slipper. I Knew I Could Easily Just Slip A Pair Of Socks On But I Was Frustrated Know, Determined. It Was As If My Slipper Was Challenging Me. I Flopped Onto My Bed Clutching Onto My Pillow, I Felt Sorry For It Really, I Always Take My Anger Out On My Pillow. Cursing Under My Breath I Released My Pillow And Lay It Back To It's Usual Position. And There I Saw It, As I Turned Around To Continue My Hunt I Caught A Glimpse Of It Out Of The Corner Of My Eye, Tucked Away Snuggley Under My Chest Of Draws Was My Slipper.
"So That's Where Your Hiding." I Said, My Voice Was Cold And Stiff. I Stood Up Stiffley And Marched To Collect It. I Held It Tighter Than Usual, As If It Was Going To Try And Run Away. I Sat At My Computer Desk And Shoved The Slipper Onto My Foot.