The room was a faint blue, the sun just bearly shining trough the curtains. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and looked at the clock resting on my night stand just to the right. lazily i slide out of bed and get to my feet.
"RYAN!" dad yells from downstairs. "You're going to miss breakfast!"
"I'M COMING!" I hollered back after pushing my head through the neck of my shirt. I can smell, no i can taste it the thick aroma of all my favorite morning food dancing throught the air.
I nearly fell running down the stairs. as soon as I got to the bottom step I was turned 90 degrees to the right and started running straight into the kitchen. I slid to a stop on the acrilic floor when I entered the only thing i saw was a extreamly long table holding a grand buffet, bacon sausage, eggs, waffles, pancakes, you name it it was there.
"So? what do you think?" dad wispered into my ear. I jumped back three inches.
"Must you scare me to death?" I scowled. "The food looks great but"
"But what?" his bottom lip curled down as to give me the puppy dog face.
"But, i don't think i have time to eat any of it. you know with school and all."
"well I can fix that!" his ears perked up. a smile shown across his face.
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