I started to wake up and it was about 7 o’clock. I heard my mom call to me, “Eric! Breakfast!”
Why do I always wake up right before she calls is what I want to know. It’s like I’m psychic when I’m asleep.
“Coming” I said in a tired voice.
I walked over to the bathroom to splash water on my face to wake up a little. I looked up at the mirror and thought for a sec.
Why can’t something new happen for once around here?
I dried my face and went downstairs. We were having bacon and eggs, as usual.
“Looks good.” I said in a weak kind of voice.
“Do you not want any?” my mom asked.
“It’s not that, it’s just, always the same thing. I want something new around here.” I replied.
“Well, we can change things around here if you like”
She went on and on and on about what we can do. I just sat there, nodding to almost everything she says like I was actually listening. I started to eat and made it so it would seem I would try to talk back, but had a full mouth, she she would keep going.
Then, there was a knock on the door.