Waking Up in Two Places

Monday, 6:30am

I wake up; the loud shrill buzzing of my Bart Simpson alarm clock resounding through my room. But maybe it's not real; maybe I'm still dreaming. My irrational reasoning is cut short as my mother, far too cheerful, quickly opens my bedroom door and bustles over, beginning to gently shake me.

"Mum. Mum," I grumble, "I'm awake."

She walks back onto the landing and I hear her clunking and clattering around in the bathroom as I turn over onto my side, wrap the bed covers tightly around myself and drift back off to dreamland. Anything to delay getting up and preparing for the school day.

Just five more minutes.