Early Mornings.

Trying their best to hide behind heavy lids, my eyes were pierced by the morning sun. The alarm reverberated incessantly growing louder with each buzz. For five minutes, until I could take the torture no more, I hit the snooze button. With a groan, I sat up, gave stink eye to the world, and smacked my lips together. "Oh God", I thought. The taste was unbearable. Though the sleep was definitely worth it, I could only imagine the sick and kinky things the sandman had done to me in the night after he had slipped me "some sand"- my mouth tasted like ass. For a second I felt cheap. I shook the thought out of my head and rushed to bathroom and brushed my teeth vigorously.