My eyes snap open as I wake up, as they always do in the morning. I slept light, I didn't dream and awaking came easy to me. I stare at the cieling for a few seconds before my eyes roll over to the clock on my bedside table. 7:03. I always wake up within a ten minute radius of seven. A result of my body clock I suppose.
I pushed the sheets off me and throw my legs over the edge of the bed where I proceed to sit for a moment. Then as I did every morning, pad my way out of the bedroom and into the joint kitchen/living room that was the rest of my flat. I turned on my kettle, pulled out a cup and dropped in a tea bag and sugar. Then waited for the water to boil. As I did every morning.
Days often seemed the same. Wake up. Drink tea. Get dressed. Go to class. Go to lab. Come home. Eat. Drink. Study. Go to bed and wait for everything to restart.
It depressed me that this would always be my life. The only change would be changing class and lab with a job. I wonder what I'll do then with the