Senses

You open the door and squint as you come outside. Your eyes are adjusting to the light and you help them by putting on your sunglasses. It helps, but its still not enough. You slowly and heavily descend the stairs and crave that feeling of closing your eyes and laying down once again. The loud roar of the lawn mowers and the whizzing by of mopeds is all you hear. You smell the freshly cut grass as you notice the landscapers on both your left and your right looking up at you. The moist air seems to stick onto your fingers and hands. But you keep walking. The buildings all look similar and just giant statures of brick as you boggle through your memory and try to remember what class it is your going to again. You slowly make your way there as you fight the need to yawn and stretch over and over again and wish it wasn't so early.