the act of laziness...

I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock vibrating off. It was a nice day outside my window, even though there was cold air circling the dim room. The clock read 6:55am, which was a late start. I'm usually up by 5:30, but it is Sunday, and i needed a good sleep for a change. I reached for my book, switched on the lamp and read my latest library purchase, a mystery. The clock read 7:15. I jumped out of the warm heated bed, threw on the clothes that were on the floor and got down stairs. I greeted my dog and my Nana, but waited for my mum to get up. Then my nana went to a judging session, my parents to the shops and here i am, at 11:00 still on my dads laptop with my grandad across from me on his toshiba laptop. Fancy morning huh?