My Weekday Morning

At the ungodly hour of 5:55, I wake to the sound of my iPhone's ringtone. After I let my self stay in my warm sheets for three minutes, I slowly drag myself into the bathroom. I flick the light switch and I cringe at the sight of the bright light. I begin to let the shower run; as I wait for the water to warm up, I fill my cup and pop my retainers out of my teeth and quickly give it a quick brush. Swooshing the Listerine out of my mouth, I hop into the shower. Two minutes later, I swing the Kohler shower door open and I step onto the ice cold cermaic tiles that cover my bathroom. I take a quick look at the clock hanging from the far wall, 6:04. I force my self to walk upstairs and make breakfast for myself. I throw a scallion pancake into the pan and I left the oil heat up. After I get dressed up, I hear the crackling of the oil from the pan and I quickly flip it over to prevent it from over-browning. I quickly devour the scallion pancake and I sit in front of my computer until my ride comes. That, my friend, is my ungodly start of my day.