I turned towards my window and saw light seeping through the blinds, yearning to be released into my cold, gloomy room. A surge of anger raced through my veins: here I was, laying sick in bed, and it was finally a beautiful day.
My dad advised me to go out in the sun. "It will do you some good," he promised.
I dragged myself out of bed and walked straight outside.
|Sick and getting some sunshine.|
I felt weird. I was...happy? The corners of my mouth began to twitch into a smile.
|Happiness. (Discovered through some sunlight and a shower.)|
End of my strange short story.
Moral of the story: the sun has magical healing powers.
Also, me sick = weird posts.