Meant to be

Today is not my day. I could tell from the moment I woke up and fell out of bed.

I hit the carpet with a loud thud. I open my eye's, and see the morning light shinning through the gaps in my curtains. What happened? I think, wearily standing up and crawling back onto my bed. I reach over to my bed side table and click on my tablet. The screen shines bright in my face, making me squint. 6:15am. I sigh. My alarm would have gone off in 15 minutes if I hadn't taken the tumble out of bed.

I hate that I have to wake up at six thirty. It's not natural for me. I'm definitely not a morning person. No one in my family is, except maybe my little brother. He can be woken up and actually get out of bed in the next 5 minutes, where as, with me, I take about ten minutes just to sit up and open my eyes, let alone actually get out of bed.