What Do You Think of This As A Begining of a Story, that i am going to write?

The sun rose whilst shining and screaming through the streaky clean windows. As the light echoed through the oversized room; filled with dull and gloomy boxes and useless unwanted junk, you could hear the usual footsteps of the neighbour waking up from their deep sleep, and stepping towards their dresser, hoping they would see some think completely different to what they would have seen the previous day. Just imagine opening your eyes every morning, and seeing the normal self. No change, no nothing, just you...again.