Days of SnowDays of SnowMore Like This
Yawn, just five more minutes... I said to myself. It was relatively early in the morning, (or so I thought) and so, sleeping for five more minutes shouldn't be that unreasonable, right? But then I happened to take a look at the clock on my room's wall, which was when I realized it... Huh, 10am? I guess I should wake up then. And so began the arduous battle that I must fight every morning, when I don't have a real reason to force myself up. I'd toss around in my bed, refusing to get up, and the longer this went on, the heavier my eyelids would get and the more powerless my limbs would grow... In a last effort, I forced myself to roll sideways, until I fell out of my bed. Seems stupid, I know, but on some days, it's all I can do. Still beats spending the whole day in bed, I suppose. Even if I had nothing special to accomplish, I'd still feel bad afterwards, if I just lazed around the entire day...
Get dressed, get some breakfast... Wait, could one really call it a breakfast