I woke up to the smell of waffles, fried eggs and the aroma of brewed coffee in the

air. I opened my eyes and I was briefly blinded by the ray of the morning sun
through my half closed window. This is what I am missing this consecutive days.
That hope mornings give you every time you open your eyes. Every time you were
half dead from the dark night, from last days sorrow, feeling despondent then a
sudden open of eyes and you see that light glimmering right at you. Telling you it
will be a wonderful day. Or should I say lying to you, but still, it gives you that hope
you need.
Seconds later, I hear my mom calling me, Maze! Wake up! Youll be late for class.