Faint light discovers my buried eyes as I push my sleepy face further into the abyss of my fluffy and delightful pillow. Willing myself to remember sleep for just a little longer, I swiftly squeeze the life from my eyelids, borrowing another moment of peace from the lifeless bed beneath me.
The loud vibrations of my supposedly silent phone brusquely steal me from my moment of self-made heaven, begging the anger of a sleeping bear awakened too early to creep from my belly if only to devour this unwelcomed disruption. My fingers fly to the edge of my covers and throw them from my overly annoyed self, revealing feet that can only bitterly cringe at the touch of air belonging to open space. Boldly jumping from my solace, ready to wreak havoc upon the one who dares to wake me from my slumber, I grab the phone, which is at this very moment betraying me. And just as I prepare to annihilate my foe, I suddenly recall to my mind the wonderful joy of the morning… coffee.
A smile escapes from within and finds my lips, as I smell the aroma of this peace offering. My thumb gently clicks the little green button on my phone, and slowly I introduce it to my ear. Still in my supreme state of happiness, I hear the voice of the one who had indeed dared to awaken me… my mother. Immediately I hear the echo of her voice, and I know she is indeed placing this phone call from the kitchen downstairs. So aware of her victory, she cleverly invites me to join her downstairs, if at all possible, in the next few minutes. How can I refuse?
Ah, the wisdom of a seasoned mother! She knows too well the dangers of a close encounter, so she chose the better way, a phone call. Not only did she avoid the penalties of interference in person, but she also knew the only way to calm my exasperated being was to prey upon my weakness, which is my ardent love of coffee. The timing of even just the aroma could be measured as almost close to perfection.
In awe of what has just occurred, I take the time to ponder my opponent’s strategic thinking, and cannot help but forgive her for her conniving ways. She made me coffee. What else can I ask for?
As I saunter leisurely down the hall towards the stairs, a smirk slowly creeps upon my face. Today was quite the joust. A hushed laugh floats to the ceiling as I think upon what will come later. Today she might have won the battle, but the war has only just begun…
I read this, and I really really likesd it. im only 15, young I know right but i say you should make much more then just this one. Just cause it's so good and my opinion is you should make more, ha-ha if you do can you please update me on everything that's is new! thank's.
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