My mom was casually standing there, still in her pajamas, pushing the eggs around the skillet. The smell of scrambled eggs and frying bacon wafted to my nostrils as I entered the kitchen. I skidded through the hall and down the stairs. I scrambled out of bed and threw on one of my church dresses and some ballet flats. I'm surprised my dad hadn't come up here to wake me up yet, seeing as we are now late to church. It was already nine which meant I was an hour late getting up. My eyes adjusted to the brightness pouring into the room and I darted my eyes to the alarm clock. After a while of hard work, my duvet was finally off of me and I was sitting up. I squinted my eyes and struggled to get my body to function properly. I woke up with the sun blazing through my large window, opposite my bed.
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