Ring! Ring!
My alarm thundered right into my precious, little eardrums, slamming me from my daybed right onto the tiled-floor.
It's 13:05: I overslept! I was planning on getting to Professor Willow's house to receive my first Pokemon and start my wondrous journey of Pokemon; a titanic world of many different environments, each with their own unique creatures that differentiate them, proving to be an easier way of exploring rather than studying the environmental setting. The thought of running along the green, green grass with my own Pokemon fascinates me. Best thing is, it would turn from an abstraction to true reality.
While letting my mind wonder and drool over this dream, I looked at the clock again. 13:11.
Perfect! I wasted six minutes that I could've used to make my dreams come true instead of endlessly drifting towards the illusions.
I dashed around the room, looking for my clothes, packing my bag, showering, brushing my teeth, and nomming my breakfast. Along the way, I managed to trip into the pile of Pokeball toys and clothes inside my wardrobe, spill maple syrup all over my hands, and slip on the wet bathroom floor after my shower. Afterwards, I checked the time. 13:36. It would take me ten minutes to get to Professor Widow's lab, which I was supposed to be at, now!
I ran down the stairs in an obvious hurry, yet my mother calls me anyway; she was fully aware of the fact that I was going to be insanely late for the Pokemon selection, but she still stops me. "Oh, Will!~ Please be careful and take this with you!" She put an untouched parcel into my rather-large backpack, kissed my cheek, and I ran out. Except, I forgot to open the door, meaning I banged my head right into it. My mother treated my minor head injury, even though it was the last thing on my mind. I opened the door and ran into the great world of Pokemon.
