Everything's Ok.

I woke up groggily, sleep deprived, and a headache.

I need to go back to sleep; I need to be free.

Life's full of worries and workloads and it's hard to cope.

But what's my choice, I have no say.

So I get into the car and I walk into class.

I sit in my usual seat and lay my head on the cool table.

Only after an hour or two (of class) I'm energized.

But I seriously want to go back to bed.

Or sleep under the hot water in my shower.

I'm craving for a bath (in a bathtub) and listen to soft music.

The day drags on, I laugh and I smile.

I'm naughty and playful and work's not on my mind.

I couldn't stand sitting in my seat, I need to jump.

I need to dance, I need to sing, I need to have fun.

And the sky darkens and I didn't want it to rain.

Classes end and I stand under the dark sky.

I talk with my friends.

I laugh again.

It drizzles.

It's getting heavier.

It's torrential (Am I exaggerating?)

I run in the rain and I'm dripping wet.

The rain slides down my cheeks like tears.

And I feel sad, reasons unknown.

I'm back home and I sleep.

I dream of something nice.

I wake up and sigh.

Everything's Ok.