This Morning

I woke up, my annoying alarm ringing right next to my ear. The song was better then the normal annoying alarm that sat on my dresser. The bed feels soft and the blanket lying on top of me is warm. I'm still half asleep when I pick up my glasses observing the damage from my knee (that's what I get when I forgot that I laid my glasses on my bed.) It isn't bad just a little bent. The mettle feels hard under my fingers as I try to bend it back. I stare at my white alarm clock's red numbers against the black background. They tell me that it's 6:38. I laugh silently when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I was already wearing glasses and I wasn't even dressed. Sleepily I arise out of my bed and stare at my messy room, I'm surprised I can find anything. Then I taste it, morning taste mixed with some kind of juice. I catch a glimpse of my dream, no wonder I had a dream about drinking juice.