Clarisse opened her eyes to the new dawn of her life - which inevitably stayed the same. She yawned, stretched her muscles, cracked her bones, and tapped Sam on his shoulders to wake him up.
“C’mon…,” she grunted, “… wake up sleepy head. Look at the sun shining, the birds chirping.”
“Really, mom?” Sam spoke groggily, “… the clouds are hiding the sun and there’s no light, and no birds chirping, only vehicles honking and sirens wailing.”
“Ugh…,” she moped, wondering what to do with her only son. “… don’t make me carry you and toss you into the bathtub with cold water.”
“Fine.” Sam grumbled and shoved the comforter away as he hoped down the bed.
Clarisse was surprised at her son's attitude growing intolerant. And he is not even a teenager yet. She thought.
Clarisse did the morning rit
