I groaned. Being woken up this early after a late night was something everyone would hate. Unless they were able to survive on less than 6 hours of sleep.
“What is it, Ansel?!” I spoke up in my half-asleep voice, as he started frantically knocking on the door to my room.
“Are you alive yet?” I growled and hid under the blanket. I wanted to sleep more. I didn’t care that the sun was already up high in the sky. Just a few more hours of sleep and I could make miracles happen. But not now. Now was too early.
“Breakfast’s ready!” He burst into the room, letting himself in without even asking me. The door flew wide open, it nearly even hit the wall. I could feel the air he pushed inside even under the blanket. He had too much energy this morning. Way too much.
“Stop hiding under the blanket
