Literally a 'Good Morning'

It feels so nice to be woken up to a morning like this one!

*cough* *cough*
I woke up coughing badly. It was cold, very cold and I was running a temperature. "I hate this", was the only thought in my head. It is so annoying to fall sick specially when there is no one to take care of you. How I wish my mom was here!
I struggled out of bead to go to the bathroom. If only I were asked to write a medical exam now, I would be able to tell precisely how many muscles exist in the body. The pain was intolerable.
The bathroom was cold and chilly. I cursed the very existence of winter.
"It must be 6.00a.m", I thought to myself. This wasn't unusual for me. Somehow, to my misfortune, I always woke up early on Sundays. I honestly don't know why this happens, but it does and every Sunday I find myself wondering over this topic again and again. Generally, I would go to my hall, unlock the door, collect  milk, flowers and newspaper, keep the former two in the fridge, sit back and read The Sunday Times. I don't like reading newspaper very much but somehow on Sundays I update myself with all that happened over the week.
But today, I had absolutely no energy to talk to my door. I dragged myself back to my bed, and while climbing over it I noticed my window. No buildings, no trees, no birds, no sky! I could see nothing but a layer of white nothingness in which the city was submerged. I had often heard my parents and apartments friends talk about this, but never had I witnessed it. It was so beautiful. I ran to my balcony ( don't ask me how I got the energy to, may be being sick is all in the head ) and saw this( see the photo). It was breath-taking.
Its not that it's the first time I am seeing fog engulf the city, but this sight is limited mostly to hill stations. Its very rare to see this sight at your own door step. Or may be I was feeling so sick that waking up to this lightened my ghastly mood!