I go into the kitchen. Glance groggily to the clock on th stove: 10:30 or 10:50 I cant tell from the glareing sun making my eyes blure. I walk slowly up the stairs and as soon as I get to the top floo...
My life is a book you could read it if you want. But you have to read it word for word, you cant skip around and misread the words or something bad will happen or someone will get hurt.