Muted sound entered his consciousness as he rolled onto his side. The warmth of the blanket, draped intentionally over his head to capture the most heat around his body, lulled him into sleep once more. A moment later, or was it more, he was jarred back to the waking world as someone, presumably his father, pulled at the comforter surrounding him. He clung to its edges, attempting to forestall the inevitable. Eventually, his father won and the boy squinted into the frustrated face of his male parental unit.
The father shook his head menacingly, letting the boy know that playtime was over. He sighed. It was cold in the room and the bright light from the overhead lamp stung his eyes as he attempted to block the light with his arm. He moaned at the thought of starting the day. Wasn’t it too early? Hadn’t he just fallen asleep?
Life was unfair, he thought as he drug himself from the comfort of the bed to start his day. Cereal for breakfast would be nice….