Waking up. *Groan*

Grogginess runs in the family. I wake up groggy almost, everyday of the week. Apart from the days when.. Erm.. When.. Okay, fine. I never wake up all smiley and all happy. I'm always groggy. And ahem, I think everyone knows how far they should be from me, when I come downstairs. Even Bobblehead starts to cry when he sees me. Anisa wakes up pretty groggy too.. She needs a good few hours to get over the trauma of waking up. I need a cup of coffee or tea. Or sometimes, 24 hours.. *Whistles innocently".. Mum needs her morning doze of caffeine as well, before she can converse with us.. Faisal bhai and Shafina wake up pretty chirpy, as does Tal bhai.. Cookie always wakes up happy.. Unless ofcourse we've just woken him up to give him, his antibiotics or to groom him. Then, we say our last prayers. He will bite. Scratch. Scratch some more.. Oh, and make sure that we never, ever do that again.. And communicates his hatred for all of that, quite.. Ahem. Drastically, I should say. Otherwise, bless him.. He's a little thoftie. Honest. *Hides all the scars*..

My dad used to wake up chirpy and happy ALL THE TIME!! He'd get up, do his morning loo stuff, and then come and wake me up.. Pretty.. Well, loudly. He'd come in, and puprosely open and close the cupboards loudly, and when I'd groan and say, "Dad!!! What are you doing!! I'm trying to sle-ee-ep!!"
He'd say, "Oh I'm sorry beta (my child.. I think!) Go back to sleep.. *SLAM*.. *snigger*." And then he'd be off to work, with me up at 9.. Staring at the spider on the ceiling. I used to get so irritated when he'd leave my cupboard doors open, cause I was a right little madam then, and I wanted EVERYTHING in order, and everything the way it was supposed to be.. So he'd always leave it open on purpose, to get me out of bed!! Tsk.

Waking up, is one of the few things that traumatises me. Ahem.. It's cause I'm forced to get out of dream land, and face the real world.. Which I'm getting used to, and you know, It always comes as a shock to me, when I wake up in my room, rather than a iscolated hotel room in Japan. *Don't ask.. I have strange dreams.* It's the whole process of opening your eyes, getting your body to move, LEAVING YOUR COMFORT ZONE, GASP!!! And, you know, changing into your non-sleeping jammies.. It's the process of getting yourself to the bathroom, and dragging yourself down the stairs, falling every few steps, into the sitting room, where everyone is SMILING. *Shudder*.. And acting like nothing happened.. Tsk. Little do they know, what I had been through, over the past 6-7 hours of my life.. Even though I was dreaming it.. When I wake up, I look like I've really been through something.. My hair is bigger and fluffier than normal, my clothes are in a mess, and most of all I look very shocked and surprised.. *Hides face*

I think now it's safe to say, that I'm not a morning person. Come near me when I wake up, and I will hurt you. I will be rude, and mean and VERY VERY groggy. ESPECIALLY if you wake me up with a big huge SMILE!!!

Ahem.

Have a nice afternoon.

Random Something:

Now here is someone who knows how to be lazy and sleep all day!! =) GARFIELD!!