I wake up or so I woke up at 11:20 am in the morning. The dream I just recently experienced somehow drifts from memory as I lay in the higher bed in our bunk beds. I debate whether or not I'm gonna get up. I get up and grab the wood separating me from the shelves I use as stairs to get up and down. I lift one leg after the other for my feet to touch the highest shelf and I take my jump. rubbing my eyes, I decide not to change out of my pajamas, or better yet the clothes I have worn for the past days and fell asleep in. I walk towards the door leading out of my bedroom and my twins, opening it peering back to see the sleeping beauty probably dreaming about how to torment me when she wakes up. Better not rush it, I take quiet steps out of the door and close it cringing at the squeak it makes. I grab the soft dog blanket off the couch curling up being lazy watching the news. I hated the news. Like REALLY hated it. But I decided to deal with it effect of the remote being on the other side of the room.
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The Miraculous Life - Starring me
Non-FictionMy life. Bad. Good? Nobody knows. This is kinda like my diary, SO NOBODY READ.
