The Reality of my Dream

Chapter Three: Morning Person Monday

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Chapter 3: Morning Person Monday

 5:40. It’s 5:40. ugh! Even a morning person doesn’t get up at 5:40, not on a Monday at least. 5:40 is still night time. There’s no sun out. So it’s night time. I’m a morning person, wake me up when the sun shows itself.

 I tried to fall back to sleep, no use. I looked over at the clock, 5:41. Come on! I “gracefully” got out of bed by trying to unwrap myself out of the cocoon of blankets that somehow appeared on my body while I was asleep. Yet, the result of this was me falling out of my bed onto the floor, with the blankets no looser than before, actually maybe even tighter than before. When I finally unraveled myself I looked into my closet for something nice to wear. After picking out about ten different outfits I finally settled, of course on the first outfit I had chosen. It was one of my new sweaters I got on my trip to the mall with Pay and I paired it with my dark wash jeans. I looked at the clock, 6:10! Oh goodness. I laid the outfit on my bed and rushed down the hallway.

 I got out the toaster oven, nearly dropping it on my foot as I did so, and put it on the counter. I plugged it in and then put in 3 pieces of bread. I started it up and went back to my room to do my make up. Seven minutes later I heard a vague ding as I finished putting on my mascara. When I was done I put my CoverGirl Flamed Out mascara down on my desk and ran to the kitchen. I got out two plates, a plastic cup, and travel cup, then I unplugged the toaster oven and put one piece of toast on my plate and two on my moms, I poured myself a cup of milk, made my mom her coffee, and poured it in the white travel cup I had gotten out; it was the one with a picture of Shawn and I as little children on it. I spread butter on all of the pieces of white bread toast. I sat down with mine and ate it while looking through my Instagram feed.

 As I was eating my mom came from down the hall, kissed me on the head, grabbed her breakfast and coffee and ran out the door. This wasn’t unusual, mom’s really not a morning person and is a pretty heavy sleeper. And in three… two… one. Mom came running back in with nothing in her hands; she ran to her room and came back out with a pair of brown heels gripped tight in her hands. She stopped, thanked me for the breakfast, kissed me on the head, and ran out screaming “I love you.” I love you too, Mom… I love you too.

 I looked at the clock, 6:37. Alright. I threw away my plate and cup then went to my room. Next, I got dressed and also put on my new pair of high tops. I went into the bathroom, took my hair out of the loose ponytail I had put it in last night after my shower, and like I do every morning I flipped my hair upside down, ruffled it with my hands, flipped up, parted it, and let my natural brown wavy curls, that all of my friends are obsessed with, hang down. They are always playing with it because it “looks so full and thick, but it’s so light and fluffy” and they “wish they could just cut my hair off and make it theirs”. I decided to put in a headband today (oh, switching it up). I looked in the mirror and then brushed my teeth. Afterwards, I got my backpack together, grabbed my coat, and looked at the clock. 6:46. Good Job Lynsey, good job. Payton would be here around 7:00. I decided to use the extra 14 minutes or so looking at scholarships and colleges. I’m a senior, so I have to keep checking everything I possibly can, especially scholarships. I’ve seen nine schools and have applied to four, including… oh there’s Payton. 6:58, alright time for school.

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{Hey! So I know that you all still don't know the name of "Him". But maybe you will learn in the next chapter ;D}