Amongst the breezy winds, the rain was starting to faintly tease my eyelashes as I looked up at the sky. It was just right. The clouds were playing peek-a-boo in their own juvenile fashion, the hue at the lining of each cloud merged with the one beside it. It was all too good.
The day was well spent planning the perfect weekend. The much-awaited birthday bash was finally coming in a week! The excitement was starting to turn into fanaticism, especially of whose birthdays were approaching! It’s like performing. The rehearsal will always be more memorable than the show, a little more at least. It was much too obvious that we had been planning this for very long and the bottle of anticipation was getting pressured inside a little more by the day, only to make the loudest bang on the special day.
I look outside my window, and the winds seem to have had an adrenaline rush, because they have gotten more frenzied than when they were first mentioned. It’s still all too good. The sight outside, the miscellaneous music from my ipod and the excitement, yes the excitement of next week to come. Call me crazy. Call me silly. When it comes to birthdays, I am overly hyper, energized and keyed up, whether it’s my birthday or my friend’s. It’s that one day I own and that one day that I love to share…
COUTNDOWN TO BIRTHDAY: 7 DAYS
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