Riding on Wings

Dear Jesus,

I opened my sleepy eyes and stared at the wall. My brain was trying to process the blurry image before me.

As I blinked and opened my eyes again I saw clearer what had previously seemed like a wall filled with black spiders.

Actually, it was the new design on my room's wall caused by the scorch of the fire outbreak.

Whoever the interior decorator that repainted my room was must have not known it belonged to a girl. I mean, why will anyone give the impression of a spooky room to a teenage girl? I joked in my mind.

I turned on the bed. Well, that was a fatal mistake cos this wasn't my large, soft and plump pink bed. This was the three-and-half by two inches mouka foam that formerly used to be in the visitor's room.

I fell. Face first.

Ouch!

But, having not time for a pity party, I got up and felt my face for any fractures. Thankfully there was none.

I'm blaming this on Gloria.