Good morning [pogue]
Sept 10, 2016 5:17:05 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Sept 10, 2016 5:17:05 GMT -5
♡Aloes Lumiere♡
The third day of the Olympics greeted me with the clear blue sky and bright sunlight. I woke up earlier than yesterday, with the memories of the beach volleyball fiasco in my sleepy brain. I have been dreaming about playing it all night long and the dream didn't want to go away. I only woke up when the ball hit me on the head. My eyes flung open instantly and I tried to remember, where I was and what I was doing here. There were still a lot of chances for me to prove myself better than in the yesterday game, but somehow I didn't feel that enthusiastic about it.
I never drink anything except water and juice, however, this morning I feel like I drank two buckets of whiskey the day before. I have to do something if I don't intend to enter the next competition looking like a lunatic. Besides, I have to prepare for the 400m run. Four hundred is nothing for mme running is something I'm extremely good at, but it can be nothing for the other people to.
I find my pants and a T-shirt and run outside. My hair is a mess, but who cares? The wind is blowing in my face, like on the yesterday morning, and the morning before yesterday, and a plenty of other mornings before that day.
Bad dreams, doubts and sadness flow away, there are only nice thoughts left, and I smile happily as I jog around the village without a single care in the world.
I never drink anything except water and juice, however, this morning I feel like I drank two buckets of whiskey the day before. I have to do something if I don't intend to enter the next competition looking like a lunatic. Besides, I have to prepare for the 400m run. Four hundred is nothing for mme running is something I'm extremely good at, but it can be nothing for the other people to.
I find my pants and a T-shirt and run outside. My hair is a mess, but who cares? The wind is blowing in my face, like on the yesterday morning, and the morning before yesterday, and a plenty of other mornings before that day.
Bad dreams, doubts and sadness flow away, there are only nice thoughts left, and I smile happily as I jog around the village without a single care in the world.
