Trobama (Trump x Obama) (Mock fluff AU)

LIGHT

Light.  As a blinding beam of sunlight forced it's way through glass panes, a small pair of crispy, orange eyelids flickered open.  An orange figure laid in a pool of sweat tangled within silky white blankets.  His skin was like a mouldy kumquat, his toupeé was crispy and bright yellow, like an elegant rotten egg yolk.  It was just a dream.  He was back in his own regular bed; regular home; regular life.  On that note, he glanced at the alarm clock.  Dead.  "Of course, by my rotten luck."  He swiftly typed in his phone's passlock.  The time read "08:37 AM".  "Crap!  I overslept!"  He catapulted off his spring mattress, fixed his wig, and proceeded to paste khakis on his torso and a white t-shirt on his waist.  Not even bothering to scrub his crusty, yellow chompers; a slice of perfectly buttered, almost angelic, toast in mouth, a frumpy Trump burst out the front door like an anime schoolgirl.  "Sugoi-desune~!"  Trump squealed whilst pulling a duck-face and leaping to pull a classic K-pop stance in mid-air.  Trump quickly scrambled to his usual nine-to-five.  He quickly snuck a peak at his phone.  "08:58".  "Crap-nuggets!"  He quickly scoffed down the remaining toast pieces, and dashed in no specific direction, to where he hoped would be the local Starbucks.  Dashing around a sharp corner, Trump burst in through the front door.  "Eh, just on time, mate!" his co-worker retorted. "Cheeky bastard!"  The orange kumquat giggled.