The alarm went off, startling Dewey out of a very pleasant dream about flying through space. One of his brothers (probably Huey, since the alarm was closest to him) stopped the buzzing. Blinking and trying to force himself into wakefulness, Dewey climbed out of bed. Knowing that Huey would be right behind him, he snatched his towel from the back of his desk chair and dashed for the shared bathroom.
Dewey managed to make it there and shut the door while Huey was still retrieving his own towel. Louie was, unsurprisingly, still in bed. Dewey locked the bathroom door and started the water for his shower. With all three boys sharing the bathroom, getting to take the first shower was quite a prize. Huey tended to take up most of the hot water by himself and Louie made such a mess that showering after him was always annoying. Lucky for his brothers, Louie was not a morning duck, so he usually ended up showering last.
Slipping blissfully into the hot water, Dewey let out a contented sigh. He had been up late finishing an essay for History class and listening to his brothers play Quack of Duty IV. His shoulder muscles were tense from typing and he was still tired, so the hot water felt amazing. He probably hadn't needed to stay up quite so late writing that paper, but it was due tomorrow and he had agreed to stay after school today and work with June on their lab project, so it was good to have gotten it out of the way.
Just as he was reaching for the soap, there was a pounding on the bathroom door.
"Hurry up, slow-poke!" yelled Huey.
Dewey sighed and hurried up. It wouldn't be fair to use up all the hot water, after all, even if Huey did it all the time.