/lit/ - Literature

The sun was touching my face, my eyes opened slowly as if trying to ignore the fact that it was a new day. This is where I am supposed to wake up and face the day; but as usual as it has been lately, turning around in my bed as I feel the blankets embracing my body is the most satisfying thing I could ever aspire.
Total silence.
It was probably the middle of the day. The City was roaring alive. The Sun, incandescent as it is, it was striking hard on life. Other people got out out bed, they were doing, they were being. But there was silence in my small and untidy bed room.

Fuck this. English is my second language. I've never even been on /lit/ before; never tried writing before, not even on my mother language. So yeah.