Peaceful Days

I wonder how long these peaceful days will last.
Before, there were times of trouble and sadness. Those were times where I wasn't allowed to be myself, when I had to hold back my tears. I will never forget them.
But there is no need to think of them now, because these are peaceful days.
When I wake up, it is not because of shouting, an arrogant alarm or even a nightmare, it is when the sun  has breathed it's warm and welcoming ray onto my cheek. Before my eyes even think of opening I already know that today is a good day, with a blue sky. Next my mind registers that I'm actually awake,  so I try to fall back to sleep again; Alas it is too late, I am already curious about the world of today. So I final wake up. I can almost hear the "Good morning" in my ear.
I take my time when I get ready for school, casually putting my school uniform on, carefully washing my face. When it is time for breakfast, I walk with an indifferent pace of someone who's not hungry, but would quite happily eat. They are all waiting for me at the breakfast table, because "Good morning" is a very important phrase for us. At our wooden table in a little kitchen, we all exchange morning talk, eating our typical toast and cereal. I am so happy.
Once breakfast is over, we all say "Goodbye" and "Have a safe trip" as each of us leaves, because these are also very important. As I make my way to school I observe Autumn for the first time this year. Leaves fall down lazily from the trees and I kick the ones on my path up into the air. I can almost hear a happy tune playing in my head as I meet my friend, and we walk together in the orange bliss of peaceful Autumn days I wonder how it came to be this way.
It turns out we only just made it in time, but we made it, so what is there to stress about? We all sit down for class, but I have no interest for what is being taught. No, what is truly interesting and curious is outside, because-
"Are you listening?" The teacher asks me loudly, the whole class laughs along, for this is typical me on a typical day. They continue to laugh when it is lunch time, telling people from other classes about how I was in another day dream. Does this concern me? No. They are laughing with me, not at me. Lunch is brought out, and we all share each others, because that is what we do, and once we have eaten, we talk together. It is the same when half past three arrives and it is time to go home.
When I have made it home, they are all waiting for me. "Welcome back" they say, and for the second time that day we all sit round that wooden table in our little kitchen. Each of us talks about our day, nothing is perfect of course, but these are peaceful days, so everything will be well again soon. This cannot last forever, everything will end one day. They assure me that it won't, that the past has ended, and days will continue to be like this.
Maybe they're right, I think as I gaze at the moon through my open window. Maybe it is time to forget the past and accept that peaceful days have come.