I woke up, rubbing my eyes as I looked at the clock. 6 in the morning on a Saturday; too early. Despite that I climbed out of bed reluctantly. My pug, Matisse, stirred and I moved him from on top of me. A glare shot my way as he rolled over, made himself confortable again, and fell asleep.

I quickly went to my bathroom to fix my hair. It was messier than usual. I sighed as I grabbed the brush. “I really don’t want to brush my hair,” I said, unenthusiastically brushing through my mess of tangles and knots. After my hair was slightly wavy but no longer tangled, I brush my teeth.

Returning to my room, I turned my light on, again angering the black pug fast asleep on my bed. I looked through my dresser for something to wear. After about 10 minutes of searching, I finally decided on light-grey jeans and a plain black, long-sleeve shirt.

Last I pulled on my pair of purple socks. Yup, just another average day I guess.