As the half-drawn curtain moves. . .

As the half-drawn curtain moves, light floods my room like an ocean of brightness. No, no, not yet ! Why!? Why me ?! Jesus Christ, it's a Saturday, that gives me the right to sleep in like a normal teenager, right? I wish I had super stretchy limbs, so I could close the curtains that my father just rudely opened, interrupting my beautiful, peaceful sleep and unleashing the wrath of sunlight upon me. Oh sleep, how I love you, I cannot get enough of you and it seems that no one wants us to together. It's a tragedy, but no worries, I'll be back for you tonight.

For now, it seems that I will go through my usual morning routine: brushing my teeth, showering, popping in my contact lenses and I'm ready to go for another 12 hours. Mmm, but do I smell pancakes downstairs? There is no mistaking that whiff of buttermilk and maple syrup I sense. If my brother's making them, I won't even attempt to get even a bite, his little greedy self will most likely devour them heartlessly by the time I go check. Okay, so I have two choices now,  dull ,daily routine or scrumptious, delectable breakfast? My stomach answers for me as it gives a giant rumble, and personally, I agree. So breakfast it is, and as it turns out my brother was the creator of the pancakes. I'm going to need a  Plan B. Let's see what we have here in the pantry, all the healthy cereals ranging from Raisin Bran to Multi-grain Cheerios. Not even the original Cheerios. Yuck. Well maybe there's something good in the fridge, and as I pull on the refrigerator's handle, my prayers are answered. Score! Ahh, nothing better than some leftover cold pizza to make my morning just jolly.

I can just tell today's going to be my kind of day. I feel it in my stomach, where that wonderful pizza is being taken.