Haymunk

The sweet songs of the birds outside are reaching through the tilted window. As she opens her eyes the gentle rays of the morning sun caress her eyes. What a lovely Sunday morning - even though she hadn't slept much throughout the past weeks she finally felt rested for once. July stumbled to the bathroom to check the rings under her eyes, brush her teeth and make that horrible excuse people call hair somewhat presentable. The usual morning routine. Only that today the girl in the mirror was actually smiling at her - and July smiled back, like the happiest zombie you've ever seen. She got dressed in her casual, worn down clothing and went bac