Up came my head off the soft pillow. I creeped out from my comforter that smells so much like fresh roses from the garden. My toes were still asleep, so I had to wiggle them constantly to remind them it was time to touch the cold hard floor. Both feet finally hit the floor and began moving toward the tiny closet that I called my own. It was so tiny that I could barely fit five outfits in. The rest of my clothes ended up on the floor or my dresser filled with dust.
In the kitchen my mom is humming her favorite tunes. I guess she's like a mama bird trying to get her baby birds awake in the morning. Her humming is a favorite part of my morning when I'm trying to awake. It reminds me of the breakfast that is awaiting in the kitchen. My eyes try to focus on the clock hands but the numbers are blurry. I walk toward my closet