I like to write, so I start my story as that: a story.
I could feel my senses coming back to me, and I rocked in
between awareness and dreamland. I could sense the bright morning sun peaking
around from behind my bedroom curtains, yet my eyes remained closed. I knew I
would soon need to climb out of my seriously comfortable bed, and get my drowsy
essence into the mode of Day.
I was right. My alarm from my cell phone blared into my room
at top frequency, causing me to mentally fly up to the ceiling and crash my
head. Physically I stayed where I was, but my hand shot out like a cannon ball
and haphazardly