The beginning

A gentle breeze brushes against my face and my eyelashes tingle. The yellow and orange coloured trees sway in sync and the leaves fall onto the hard ground.i push my ice white duvet as my warm feet press into the cold,wooden floor.The familiar smell of cooking eggs and bacon fills my nose. I open the front door and pull my soft cashmere jumper closer to my chest. I hear the lock click and start to walk. " I can't be late again" I whisper. As the wind becomes stronger I start to run. Houses rush past me and the coloured of green,yellow,orange and brown blur into one. My hair dances behind me and I start to smile. Bang. My head is centimetres from the ground and my head is being supported carefully by a firm hand.