(Luka's Point of View)
"Luka! Its time to get up!" My mother's voice called from down the stairs telling me that morning had arrived. I let out a groan in response, not ready for morning to be here. Did the night really have to end so soon?
I pulled the covers over myself and snuggled deeper into my pillows, trying to escape the morning and return to my wonderful dream.
My mother repeated my name again before she started up the creaky wooden stairs.
"I'm up! I'm up. Just give me five more minutes." I reply quickly, hoping that would be enough for her to leave me alone for a little while longer.
"I don't think so." Said mom as she opened up the door and stepped into the chaos that was my room. "Last time I let you sleep for 'five more minutes' you ended up sleeping in till lunch. Now come on get up."
Mom then grabbed a hold of the covers and began to pull them away from me. I tried to hold onto them but the blankets were torn from my grasp and my pajama covered body was exposed to the cool morning air. I shuddered and curled up into a ball, whining a bit.
"This time it will be different. Really, just give me five more minutes." I pleaded. Even though I had my eyes shut tight I could tell that she was rolling her eyes at me, unconvinced.
"Come on. Your breakfast will get cold and we have things that need to get done today."
Mom nudged me and I grunted. "I'll heat it up later."
My mother fell silent for a bit and for a moment I thought I had won an hour or so more of sleep until I felt her flop down on the bed beside me and tickle my sides.
Instantly I opened my eyes and let out a shrill scream of suprise before bursting into a fit of laughter. I don't care how old anyone is, if you were born ticklish you will always be ticklish.
"N-No mom! Haha stop!" I cried, frantically trying to push away her hands.
"Not until you get up! Come on up up up!" She laughed, obviously enjoying this form of torture.
This went on for several minutes until I found there was no more bed for me to retreat to and hit the ground with a loud thud.
"You okay?" My mom asked as she looked over the side down at me.
I quickly was up on my feet, grinning from ear to ear like the cheshire cat. "I'm fine."
"Good, well now that you're up put on some clothes and come down for breakfast." She said and got up off my bed with a smile, making her way over to the door. I shook my head and stuck out my tongue out at her in a childish manner and she returned the gesture before walking out of my room.
"You may have won this battle mom, but the war still rages on." I say to myself in a sinister tone and a laugh as I walk over to my wooden dresser.
Despite the fact that my mom and I tend to argue and disagree on things, we get along just like any mother and daughter should. It wasn't always like that of course, things changed when my father passed away and all we had was eachother. We always use to argue about what was real and what was fake.
I always had my head in the clouds, playing around as if my father's stories of this magical realm were real. My mother frowned upon this and insisted that stories were all they were. But I refused to believe it.
