Sea of fish

2

5:56 slowly opening my eyes to the dark and cold room I stretch my hand searching for my phone. Pressing the power button blinded me with its fake light.
Why do I always wake up before my alarm?
I rolled out of bed onto a carpet littered with my hair balls and paper scraps and dead insects. Stumbling I flip the light switch, not as blinding but still annoying. A mirror standing on my wall opposite of me reflects a brown mess of hair.
Did I remember to shower last night?
A damp towel, that's outlived its youth, discarded on my pillow answers my question.
What to wear, do I want the sweat shirt with jeans or that sweat shirt with jeans.
I already knew the answer, a tank top and a cameo sweatshirt and jeans that are a couple sizes to big. Looking in the mirror I grab my brush that lays on my dresser along side makeup that I almost never wear. Having short hair it doesn't take long to brush it, but it can't brush the frizz out of my hair.
Well I have two options, either wear a hat or put your hair up.
High School doesn't allow students to wear hats. So my only option really was to put my hair in a pony tail.
Grabbing my backpack and laptop, the school had assigned us for the year, I make my way out my room and into the hall down the stairs and into the kitchen. Being the only person awake I flipped the kitchen light switch and illuminated all the country decor my mom put up. Pickers of our old rooster and glass chickens occupy any shelf space and don't get me started on the hand towels that also are decorated with chickens. Setting my bag down I close my parents bedroom door which is located by the fridge. Mom will be up in ten minutes to leave for work followed by my little brother Matt, who is 8, and then my little sister Chloe, who is 9.
On auto pilot I open the fridge. Pulling out the mustard and salami I start to make my lunch. By the time I'm done mom comes out of her room, she is wearing nothing except a robe.
She slept well.
It never really bothered me when it was obvious what mom and dad did when they had their alone time together. I mean they are married to one another.
Should I eat breakfast? Is there even anything good to eat?
Searching the cabinet I find nothing but old open cereal that's most likely outlived itself. I don't even remember what the name of the cereal is, maybe raisin brand? Maybe Maybelline ? Don't really care for it.
I hear a groan coming from the stairs. Dear god, it's one of those mornings.