"Gooood morning Phoenix Arizona! It's six in the morning and the weather today is bee-aye-oo-tiful! I'm Harry, you're host for--"
CLICK!
I pushed my finger on the OFF button angrily, like I'd push my finger through the little black alarm radio and mess up it's internal wires.
"Good grief Harry, how much coffee have you guzzled today?" I grumble-growled as I slowly, with enormous effort, pushed myself out of bed to standing position. Now on my two feet, I weaved back and forth because I was too drowsy to stand straight. I stumbled over my various belongings that were scattered on the floor to the bathroom. My toes reached the cold tile and I hummed in discomfort before flicking the light switch. I immediately had to squint my eyes against the harsh fluorescent and I hissed as my eyes watered. I need different light bulbs, I decided. First thing I'm going to do after I get my coffee is make a note of it. My eyes finally adjusted and I looked back at the path of floor in my room that the bathroom light illuminated. I could've sworn that I had picked up that scarf yesterday... I swear my stuff jumps out of their drawers and off my desk every night while I'm sleeping. I turned my head and looked at myself in the mirror and decided that bedhead is only cute on guys. Gingerly stepping over the cold tile, I moved to the shower bath and turned the water as hot as it would go so it'd heat up faster, thinking about scarves and soft erasers and shoes that left their designated areas to have wild parties every night which would leave them passed out on my floor and unable to get back to their designated areas themselves. Then I moved back and closed the bathroom door so the steam would heat the bathroom so I wouldn't have to shiver as I showered.
Clean and vaguely warm, I dried and lotioned myself and did all the unfortunately necessary facial routines that kept my acne to a tolerable minimum. Wrapped in my towel I opened the bathroom door and inhaled sharply as the cold air wafted in and onto my, until then, pleasantly warm skin. A pox on AC companies who demand so much pay for heating! I hurried to my dresser and pulled out my underclothes and then to my closet to get dressed in a hurried fashion, getting my arm stuck when I tried to maneuver into my shirt and then hopping around and falling trying to put on my pants. This inspired some laughs and I thought, Honestly now, shouldn't you have learned how to dress yourself when you were like six? I glanced at the clock and all amusement died. "You're thoroughly insane for waking up this early, chicky." I mumbled to myself as I searched for my socks and shoes. Great, now all I need to do is run to the bus so I'm not late!
CLICK!
I pushed my finger on the OFF button angrily, like I'd push my finger through the little black alarm radio and mess up it's internal wires.
"Good grief Harry, how much coffee have you guzzled today?" I grumble-growled as I slowly, with enormous effort, pushed myself out of bed to standing position. Now on my two feet, I weaved back and forth because I was too drowsy to stand straight. I stumbled over my various belongings that were scattered on the floor to the bathroom. My toes reached the cold tile and I hummed in discomfort before flicking the light switch. I immediately had to squint my eyes against the harsh fluorescent and I hissed as my eyes watered. I need different light bulbs, I decided. First thing I'm going to do after I get my coffee is make a note of it. My eyes finally adjusted and I looked back at the path of floor in my room that the bathroom light illuminated. I could've sworn that I had picked up that scarf yesterday... I swear my stuff jumps out of their drawers and off my desk every night while I'm sleeping. I turned my head and looked at myself in the mirror and decided that bedhead is only cute on guys. Gingerly stepping over the cold tile, I moved to the shower bath and turned the water as hot as it would go so it'd heat up faster, thinking about scarves and soft erasers and shoes that left their designated areas to have wild parties every night which would leave them passed out on my floor and unable to get back to their designated areas themselves. Then I moved back and closed the bathroom door so the steam would heat the bathroom so I wouldn't have to shiver as I showered.
Clean and vaguely warm, I dried and lotioned myself and did all the unfortunately necessary facial routines that kept my acne to a tolerable minimum. Wrapped in my towel I opened the bathroom door and inhaled sharply as the cold air wafted in and onto my, until then, pleasantly warm skin. A pox on AC companies who demand so much pay for heating! I hurried to my dresser and pulled out my underclothes and then to my closet to get dressed in a hurried fashion, getting my arm stuck when I tried to maneuver into my shirt and then hopping around and falling trying to put on my pants. This inspired some laughs and I thought, Honestly now, shouldn't you have learned how to dress yourself when you were like six? I glanced at the clock and all amusement died. "You're thoroughly insane for waking up this early, chicky." I mumbled to myself as I searched for my socks and shoes. Great, now all I need to do is run to the bus so I'm not late!
