My Happiest Day

My Happiest Day

One day, I woke up pretty early in the morning, through the thick blinds on my window, there pieced warm sunlight and fell on my face, making me warm and unable to sleep any more.
The first thought that came to me it was a Sunday, which meant no college, no studies, no bus riding, but a lot of friends instead.
As a rule, every morning I have my hair ruffled, because I roll in bed too much, but that morning, my hair looked quite in place and it took me a couple of minutes to handle it my way – straight lines.
When I stepped into the kitchen, I found my favorite pancakes fried for me by my caring Mom. At that moment, it felt like a birthday present for me.
Then I called my friend and appointed a meeting at one of the malls. Surprisingly, everybody came in time this day, while they would come late and I would have to wait almost for everyone.
All together, we walked the aisles (проходах) in search of something new and interesting. Then I saw a brilliant jersey (свитер), exactly the type I liked and dreamt of buying, but had no enough money, but this every day, the money I had with me turned out enough, so I put it on, and on me, the jersey looked even better. While buying, the salesgirl told me that there was a discount on the jersey and since I was their hundredth customer, they gave a nice toy. It was so sweet of them!
My friends bought some stuff, too, so every of us was happy with the shopping. I don’t know why, but after the shopping, I felt tired and we went to a café, I drank my favorite coffee with cream and we talked and talked. We didn’t notice how fast the time flew and we had to return home.
When I came home, I felt so happy about this morning, the shopping, the coffee, and the conversation with my friends that the rest of that perfect day went on as smoothly (гладко) as the beginning.