Wake UP

I can only feel the cocoon-like warmth of the blanket wrapped around me as the fingers of consciousness run along the grooves of my mind. My hand reaches out from under the blankets to the small, blue alarm clock that is beeping increasingly louder, and I'm almost frantic about reaching the snooze button before the sound becomes any louder.

I'm awake again. A little bit of annoyance colors my conscience as I reach for my cell phone 10 minutes later. I don't want to leave the center of warmth in the folds of my peach-colored blanket but before I can convince myself to hit the snooze a third time a list of things to do stop me. I take a breath and let out a loud, whiny, childish wail as a way to prepare me to sit up. Like ripping off a band-aid, I fling the blanket off and stand, swaying slightly before making my way over to the thin-frame dresser to my right. I reach, open, grab, shut and shuffle off to the bathroom.
Standing in front of the mirror, jeans and t-shirt sitting on the bathroom counter to my left, I squeeze toothpaste onto my brush and blink slowly at my reflection. 'Waking up is so much harder when no one else is in the house,' I think to myself as I spit. 'I wish I had a roommate.'
I tie my hair back and pin my bangs before I splash water on my face. Vague recollections of yesterday night's dream resurface; something about a person at a place doing something. I haven't said anything out loud and no one is around, but I shrug in disinterest and apply lotion on my face.
I wonder briefly to myself when my parents would return as I grab my book bag and reach for my cell phone again. No time for breakfast yet again; but I pause as I make to pass the mirror in the hall and shout, "Carpe diem!" I laugh at myself and pull my coat on.