The Best Part of Waking Up
"Alan, I want you to wake me up an hour before dawn tomorrow." Aly said with all seriousness. Or at least all the seriousness a twelve year old girl can muster.
"You want me to wake you up at five? Why?" Alan demanded sharply.
"For reasons. Now, I need to go to sleep now so I can wake up early." With that Aly slammed the door of her room.
As the sky outside was just starting to turn from deep blue to gray Alan crept down the hall and knocked softly on his sisters door. "Aly?" He called. "Time to wake up!"
As expected Aly didn't answer. Alan opened the door and went up to the bed. Aly had the covers pulled tightly around her body and up over her head. Alan shook her. "Wake up, Aly." He crooned gently. "Come on, you wanted to wake up this early."
With each attempt Alan's patience evaporated. Finally he bent over her and shouted n her ear. "Get up!"
"I'm up." Aly mumbled.
"I have been trying to wake you up for the past half an hour. Now get your lazy ass out of bed." Alan turned, thinking she was finally awake. Something heavy collided with the back of his head. He turned; Aly still looked peacefully asleep as if she hadn't moved. The vase from her bedside table was shattered at Alan's feet. "You threw a vase at me!"
"I'm getting up." Aly murmured into her pillow.
It was just after noon when a very groggy looking Aly stumbled into the dining room. "You said you were going to wake me up, Alan."
Alan just rolled his eyes.
