Whats Wrong With Sleep

Wake Up....Wake The Fuck Up!

Grace P.O.V
I've fallen asleep again. The dream has begun. This time everyone is my friend and I'm about to save their butts....and they're going to love me. Once again I feel completely comfortable with the way I look. I'm fat, I'm ugly, and I don't give half a shit. I've got my friends and nothing else matters. I'm almost through finishing off the evil spirits. I've slain the last creature and everyone is coming to congratulate me but still I force myself to wakeup I've got homework to do and it's 5:40. God dammit I'm going to have to finish some of this crap at school I mutter under my breath. I'm not by any means a morning person. My hair looks like the devil and my breath smells like hell. Yeah you get the idea. I a morning BITCH. I try my best to get out of bed quietly. People don't understand how hard this is for me. Mostly because they have never seen my room. The floor is literally buried in papers; school work, half finished mini stories, and crappy pencil drawings. Somehow I manage to it make to the kitchen. My throat hurts and I NEEEEEEEED MILK. I don't even bother to get a glass to pour some. I just grab the bottle and start guzzling the stuff down. Putting the milk back in the fridge I look down at my leapord print robe. I can't help but snicker. Here I am standing in the pale blue light of the fridge, munching on whatever snacks I can find, with my dirty blond hair sticking out from my head, in a milk covered leapord print robe, at 6:00 in the morning. I am the prime example of a sloppy stereotypical 14 year old. Not to mention I'm holding my phone lit up with fandom trash for fandom trash. I let out a small laugh. I am definitely going places. Not good places but still places.