The Sour Morning

Oh, my sweet companion,today is a new dawn,the sun rising gradually and brightly,I will be going to work this very morning, I know it enough,and it’s a sour adventure;going out from home,more especially this morning.

I did not know how todescribe the past night;memorable, lovely, beautiful, excellent or perfect night.waking up this morning sickened me to the last,rising from that bed brings deep bitterness into my mind,that I had to sigh angrily, wishing that the morninghad not come, that it was still 12.00am or 1.00am,that we were still fused together, arms crossed over each other,our breathe brushing against our dry or wet lips,
and our gentle snores pleasantly filling the bed to the brim.

As I sat on the edge of the bed,through the window, I saw the rising sun,
the bright sky, and the light of the day,then I was bitter and angry all over again,cursing the day for breaking and the sun for rising.While I was in the bathroom,you were making my breakfast in the kitchen,and that reminded me ofmy departure to the office soon,I felt a deep cold at the pit of my stomach,and my head ached severely,