This Morning

This morning I couldn’t wake up. I heard the alarm blaring next to my ear but I ignored it. I stuffed my pillow over my head, trying to block the light.
“Five more minutes” I thought.
“Five more minutes then I’ll wake up.”
My cat lay at the end of the bed. His big, fluffy body warmed my feet, making it even more tempting to stay in bed.
“Come on! Get up or I’m not giving you a lift.” Dad yelled from the kitchen. I closed my eyes tightly and pushed the pillow closer to my head. Five minutes was all I wanted. Finally giving in I jumped out of bed. I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the light. My blinds had been drawn, probably in an attempt to wake me up. I stumbled down the hallway towards the bathroom, my hair knotty and disheveled and my eyes half closed.

After a long shower and I had gobbled my breakfast I sat in the car waiting for Dad. Young children bounced past on their way to school. A man jogged energetically down the street. My neighbour waved as she got into her car. I looked at my watch. I was late. I sighed and looked towards the front door, there was no sign of Dad. I've always hated mornings.