The awakening

It was a frigid morning when I woke up to the crowning of the chanticleer birds were singing with beautiful angelic voices my eyes stared straight to the chronometer All people were dressed to kill girls had pregnant smiles on their faces it was really a frigid morning coz I suddenly heard a hysterical laughter breaking the dead of the night I quickly woke up but we should not let the cat out of our bag coz they will never stop breathing down our neck but I know it's a long row to hoe @abiana@