I had just awoken on the chill fall day as the sun peaked through the dusty blinds and danced on my walls.
My small dog was curled up sleeping at the foot of my bed, looking like nothing more than a golden ball of fluff with oversized paws.
I had awoken to the sound of a car bellowing as it tried to start in the frigid morning, while whip-poor-wills were singing slightly out of sync with one another.
I slowly arose from my bed, hearing the springs jump and creek with every movement I made.
I slightly shivered from the momentary release of heat I had trapped under my sheets but I quickly got used to the cooler outside world.
I slowly opened the faded white curtains to let in an explosion of warm sunlight in the dim room.
A. R. Teller