A lazy morning.

This morning, when I woke up, the sunlight was tenderly rocking the bedroom, passing through the curtains, creating (or lending) a sweet atmosphere. The cat, already awake for a long time, watched me slowly coming to light, waiting for the raise of my hand, eager for caresses.
I patted his head while I took a look outside through the window, seeing the wind shaking the trees like a baby shaking his dolls, and I thought ironically, "Great weather to begin a day."
I could hear the TV's noises and the cutlery's tinkles coming from the living room, making me aware that my family had begun to have (or eat) breakfast while my brain was still between the dream world and reality without being able to choose a side.
I saw the alarm clock next to me displaying twenty past nine, and I sighed and undertook my rising ... It was time.
The blanket's warmth made her an ally of the pillow's softness to bring me back, but I didn't give up; I succeeded in putting one foot ahead of the other.
I put on an underwear and began making my way to the kitchen, though, still not fully awake, I stumbled on my bag, which I had left near my bed the day before. My head met the desk and the ground followed, and at that moment, the singing of birds reached my ears like an attempt to mock me.
I rose again and turned back to my lair. Drowsing two more hours seemed less perilous to me than persevering to wake up.
I wrapped myself in the blanket and assumed the fetal position, only wishing for one thing ... Two birds, one stone ... literally ...


This is nicely written—your descriptions are very good! To be honest, it took me some time to figure out what you meant by the last sentence. Now I understand that you wanted revenge!