I wake up to banging on my door. Still half asleep, I get out of bed and walk to the door. The banging is getting louder. Still half asleep, I open the door and try to rub the sleep from my eyes. "What is?" I ask, yawning.
“Mom asked me to wake you up.” My brother Harvey replied with a shrug. "Why?" I ask.
“Because dinner is almost ready.” He answers and walks away again. I give the door a swing and shuffle back to my bed. I try to resist the temptation to lie back down. I'm staring in the distance, I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open.
After a few minutes, I get up and shuffle to the bathroom, where I throw some water on my face in an attempt to wake up properly.
Fortunately, the cold water helps, and I feel less like a zombie.
I make myself presentable and join the rest for d
