I’m dreaming. Or am I. No. How can I be asleep if I am thinking? I slowly open my eyes, and close them again as I think that it’s a school day. I then fall into unconsciousness. I must be asleep.
I open my eyes again and see the light seeping through a gap in the curtins. I see the light pouring through the slightly ajar door.
My duvet is somewhere other than on top of me, My sheet is down the side of the bed, and I am…who knows.
I hear the opening of a door and see the blinding light, I close my eyes hurriedly pretending I’m asleep, and before mum can give me a kiss BOO! AHHHHH! YES! Oh no it’s time to get up I think.
I slowly tumble out of my soft bed, I feel like a dead washing machine on a plate of jelly while hitting the floor and sluggishly waddling out of the now open door.
I the living room I hear clattering in there’s kitchen from my mum making breakfast, crunching of toast from in between my dads teeth and my brother’s nowhere to be seen. It’s 7:30 he’s probably caught the bus.
Breakfast time.
By Macgregor.
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