There are times when I wake up with a feeling of bliss and contentment washed over me. Today is one of those days. When I first opened my eyes and realised it was morning, I just laid in bed and looked out of the window. It was a little chilly and I felt something I hadn't felt in ages. I felt like I was like a child all over again, lying in bed, waking up to relax on a Sunday with nothing to worry about. It felt like one of those carefree days when I was at my babysitter's place during the school holidays.

I pulled my blanket closer to me, closed my eyes and imagined I was back in those days. I fell asleep again. Then I woke up. That feeling was gone but I woke up happy. Right now, I'm still smiling from recalling the first moments when I woke up. It's like finding a part of me which is long lost.

After I woke up, I got down to packing my room. Haven't had the heart to pack it for quite some time. I didn't finish although I know I have to finish packing someday. There are some things which have to be kept away for good and some to throw away. Otherwise, how can new things find their way to fit in place?