A lazy morning. This morning, when I woke up, the sunlight was tenderly rocking the bedroom, passing through the curtains, giving a sweet atmosphere, the cat, already awake for long, watched me slowly coming to light, waiting for the raise of my hand, eager for caresses. I patted his head while I taked a look outside through the window, seeing the wind shaking the trees like a baby shaking his dolls and I thought ironically " Great weather to begin a day ". I could hear the Tv's noises as the cutlery's tinkles coming from the living room, making me aware that my family had begun to breakfast while my brain was still between the dream's world and the reality without being able to tend to a side. I saw the alarm clock next to me displaying twenty past nine, I sighed and undertaked my raising ... It was time. The blanket's warm made her an ally of the pillow's softness to bring me back but I didn't give up, I succeeded to put a foot ahead the other. I put an underwear and began my way to the kitchen, though, still not very well awake, I stumbled on my bag, which I left near my bed the day before, my head met the desk and the ground followed, at that moment, the birdsongs reached my ears like an attempt to mock me. I raised again and turned back to my layer, drowsing two more hours seemed less perilous to me than persevering to wake up. I wrapped myself in the blanket and did the fetal position, only wishing for one thing ... Two birds, one stone ... literally ... . If I did any mistakes, please correct me, I'm not really sure about my last sentence.