Something is wrong

Laughter fells like

soft

rain on the window. Like

a good and happy time is upcoming. Like

new-mown grass on a spring day.Like the sound of steps in new fallen snow, 

Creak. But still I think:

What have I done wrong or what have I forgotten? Like the feeling

if knifes are putted into you, painful,

Depressing ,

Sauer.  Like the feeling on Sundays:

“Oh no, tomorrow it is Monday”.