40 minutes later

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40 minutes later,
I hit the snooze button for the fourth time,
Shoot.
I consider taking a personal day to bond with my bed,
But,
My mother's echoing voice from below makes my decision.

I lethargically exit my haven of blankets and sheets,
and trade them in for a stream of hot water and steam.
Rushing.

Back in my room, I ignore the begs from my bed.
Clothes flying, hair drying, makeup applying.
Quick preparations and the finishing touches.

I check the clock,
I'm making good time.
Grab my bag, snatch my keys,
Back to school again.





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