THE MORNING ROUTINE OF AN (EXTREMELY CONFLICTED) FOURTEEN-YEAR-OLD GIRL

Please no sun
I'm still asleep 
It's only (looks at clock) nine thirty
Five more minutes 
Whyyyyyy do I have to get up 
I have no plans for the day
Ugh fine I'm up.

So do I get dressed?
Or is it a pajama day 
Ok, mental Rock Paper Scissors 
Hahaha yesssss
Never getting out of my PJs
Do I get up, or stay in bed?
Ummm, no question 
Cause what do I have to get up for anyway?

Stomach: but I'm HUNGRY
Me: no, I'm staying in bed forever 
Stomach: what??? No faaaaair
Me: well, uh, life isn't fair
Stomach: PLEEEEEEAAAASSSE
Me: Fine.

Ok, so, toast? Fruit? Yogurt?
Nope, definitely not yogurt
Fruit or toast? Fruit or toast?
...
Fruit?
Fruit.

The Book Thief or Little Women?
Rock Paper Scissors again
And the winner is... Little Women!
The Book Thief is really good though 
Ok fine I'll pretend The Book Thief won.

 What time is it anyway?
I think it's been a while 
(Looks at clock)
Wait, what?
How is it only nine thirty-five???