Slow drifting to sleep
Lying in bed, I gazed at the ceiling, thoughts of tomorrow lingering at the edges of my mind, pulling me closer to sleep. “Hope it’s better than today,” I murmured, as the rhythmic ticking of the clock began to lull me into rest. In the distance, a dog barked—once, then twice. The familiar hum of the city blended into a soothing white noise, wrapping around me like a constant, comforting presence. Gradually, the weariness of the day took over. My eyes grew heavy, fluttering shut as I drifted into the quiet embrace of sleep.
Slow Drifting To Sleep
Morning routine
Morning arrived all too quickly, announced by the shrill ring of my alarm. I silenced it with a groggy slap and forced myself out of bed, stifling a groan. “Time to get moving,” I murmured, pulling on my uniform with reluctant efficiency. There was no time to dawdle—breakfast was hurried, little more than a fleeting ritual. The soft click of the door behind me sealed in the warmth of home as I stepped into the quiet hallway. My footsteps echoed faintly as I made my way to school, bracing myself for the day ahead.
Morning Routine
