Gemotions

The sunlight seemed to prickle against her skin, an unwelcome intrusion. The incessant pounding, as though a herd of elephants were tap-dancing above her, was making her stomach churn. She pulled the covers over her head, but the sound still bled through.

She threw back the covers, her face flushed and her eyes narrowed. The thought of getting up, of facing the day already filled with that maddening racket, made her want to retreat back into the oblivion of sleep. It was just one thing after another.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, the mattress protesting with a creak. Taking a deep breath she muttered, "This is not happening." She had a bad feeling about this day.