Worst Part of my Day

The worst part of my day is always the beginning. I hate every morning because I have to get up. I am the type who wants to sleep until I wake up, not be startled awake by some annoying buzz (no music for me or I will keep on sleeping). But every morning it is always the same. I am sleeping nice and cozy in my bed. Of course, I am nice and warm because I am sandwiched in between two wonderfully, enormous dogs. Pleasant dreams are running throughout my head, and then all of a sudden... BUZZZZZ. There goes my wonderful dream and my sense of peace. It is time to start the day and I am not ready. I want to crawl to the bottom of my bed and hide from the world, but unfortunately as a adult that solution doesn't work out. So, I do the next best thing. Hit snooze. AAAHH those 7 extra minutes of sleep are like heaven. It is more like 21 because I hit snooze several times. Then, I frantically realize that I will be now running late but those extra minutes of bliss were totally worth it. I roll out of bed grudgingly and then realize that I have my life to live. I am ready to start the day.