It was a Sunday. I woke up to my alarm I had snoozed 5 times already. My mother scolded me for waking up late. I said sorry and brushed my teeth. While coming out of the bathroom, I slipped.
Sensing today couldn't be any worse, I went and sat on the dining table for breakfast. My mother gave me the food and as I took the first bite, I spat it out. My mother, shocked, asked the problem.
Turns out one of the ingredients of the food had expired. I ended up eating only an apple and some juice.
Everything was going wrong no matter what I did. Tripping and falling, not being able to find certain stuff, etc.
Then I got nagged for not studying so I sat down to do that. A few hours passed by and after I finally finished, I realized I had studied the wrong chapter. Frustrated, I got up from the chair but it seemed like luck was just not on my side today. I stubbed my toe. Hard.
I decided to get some fresh air and went to my terrace since I couldn't go out. I went up and saw a cardboard box. My curiosity got over me as it started shaking. Both curious and somewhat scared, I went up to the box, took it in my hand and opened it. A poof of smoke surrounded me as I screamed.
Then I woke up. I was relieved it was all a dream until I saw the time I woke up. I confirmed my thoughts as i slipped the exact same way as I did in my "dream."
-THE END
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