April mornings

My dreams slowly slipped away from my unconscious mind, leaving the blackness to slowly push me into reality. My entire body was numb, but I tried my best to stretch it out as I gingerly flipped onto my back. I stared up at the celadon ceiling, the saffron sunlight painting over the color. I sighed, rubbing my eyes, and I pushed myself out of my comfortable bed. Ambling over to my window, I pushed back the white curtains, flooding my entire room with the warm light. With a faint smile kissing my lips, I poured the very little strength I had into prying open the window. It leaped up with a loud crack that danced through the silent house. The brisk April air surged into my room, gently greeting me a good morning as it caressed my bare skin. Chilled needles poked at my skin, goose bumps rising on my pale skin like an army. I could still feel the burn from last night, when the cold silver fell in love once more with my wrist. The sun ran its thin fingers long my shaking forearm, its disposition making itself known through the wintry air. I self-consciously rubbed my arms softly as I shoved the books off of my window sill. Before crawling onto it, I slid my window open even more, letting the April morning surround me in an ignorant bliss.