It was too early to wake up, especially for what
was supposed to be a lazy Sunday. The sun was just beginning to mark its path
above the buildings; rays of light managing to stretch through the curtains and
lay warm hands upon what it could reach. The exhaustion still coursing through
your body made it feel heavy, and made you regret waking up earlier than when
you wanted to.
You attempted to close your mind off again, succumb
to the dark void patiently waiting behind closed eyes. However, you felt your
mind deliberately wake, becoming slowly alert one anatomical section at a time.
A loud crash and subsequent “shit”
floated down the hall from the kitchen, and you fully woke up with a loud,
unpleased groan. The food loving maniac was probably making breakfast for the
lazy people still curled in bed - curse him, why did he have to do something so
thoughtful so early in the morning?