PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The sunbeams dancing through my window-pane quietly rouse me. I listen to a dustcart drawing nearer. It’s early, but I’m keen to make a start. I make myself a promise: I’ll not linger over previous unhappiness. He had my past, but he’ll not affect my present or future… ever.
Today I’ll buy curtains to keep the early morning sun out.
I can do whatever I want. I stretch languorously, the things I need to achieve today parading through my head.
No point lying in bed thinking about it, I get up and start living my life the way I want.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.