Charloft: Sleeping in
May. 14th, 2010 03:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticWrite us a piece about a time you overslept.
Peter couldn’t remember ever feeling so tired. His whole body was literally aching from weariness. He turned off his alarm before climbing into bed and hitting the pillow. He wanted to sleep but his mind was still buzzing. Peter closed his eyes hoping that eventually his body would give in.
The next thing he knew, he heard knocking on the door. Peter tried to ignore it.
“Peter?” His mother’s voice on the other side of the door. “Peter, are you awake?” He didn’t want to be so he didn’t answer. He waited and eventually heard her footsteps shuffling away from the door.
It only seemed like a few seconds later when the knocking started again.
“Peter.” This time it was his father. “I know you’re in there. Answer me.” Again the voice was ignored. Peter grabbed another pillow and put it on top of his head to muffle the noise. Why were his parents bothering him? He cracked his eyes open and noticed the clock.
11:30am. But he still felt so tired. The pillow was inviting and his eyelids were heavy. He closed them hoping his parents would go away and leave him alone. Who were they to complain? It wasn’t like this was a school day.
Peter couldn’t remember ever feeling so tired. His whole body was literally aching from weariness. He turned off his alarm before climbing into bed and hitting the pillow. He wanted to sleep but his mind was still buzzing. Peter closed his eyes hoping that eventually his body would give in.
The next thing he knew, he heard knocking on the door. Peter tried to ignore it.
“Peter?” His mother’s voice on the other side of the door. “Peter, are you awake?” He didn’t want to be so he didn’t answer. He waited and eventually heard her footsteps shuffling away from the door.
It only seemed like a few seconds later when the knocking started again.
“Peter.” This time it was his father. “I know you’re in there. Answer me.” Again the voice was ignored. Peter grabbed another pillow and put it on top of his head to muffle the noise. Why were his parents bothering him? He cracked his eyes open and noticed the clock.
11:30am. But he still felt so tired. The pillow was inviting and his eyelids were heavy. He closed them hoping his parents would go away and leave him alone. Who were they to complain? It wasn’t like this was a school day.