Literature
Breakfast
As the morning rolled in, daylight undoubtedly came with it. Casting a few stray beams of light, the sun was able to squeeze past the curtains and land upon a sleeping form. As the lights danced upon the sleeper, it was just biding its time till the person rolled over into it's carefully laid trap. As the movement came, the slumbering person rolled right into the sunlight beam ambush. The light was cast right into the dozing person's eyes, waking them up from their content rest. With a yawn, fluttering lids fought the daylight as it shone as a wake-up alarm, a hand coming up to shield from the bright onslaught.
"Ugh
"
Came the witty re