You awake with a start. Something or someone has woken you up apparently. "Not another fuckin' possum," you mutter under your breath as you look around your dark room, slightly fluffing your bed covers and fluffing your pillow. It was a regular Saturday, about 5:00 in the morning. The light coming through the cracks in your window are hazy, but to you things like nature and windows don't really matter. Realizing you were still staring at the window, you almost forgot about the noise the woke you up at this abomidable hour in the day.
