lazyash

           Oh...God...What time is it? I wonder, blinking against the streams of light hitting me right in the eyes. Rolling on my stomach, looking at the clock, I discover I've slept half my day away. I huff out a sigh; what does it matter, anyway? Everyone's probably already gone. I roll out of bed. No, literally; my sense of direction in the morning is terrible. With a soft grumble, I peel myself from the floor and trudge across the room to the door. I trip over my pajama bottoms on the way to the kitchen, since they're about a size too big. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I nearly ram into the doorframe of the family room. Geez; I'm a wal