"UGHHHHHH!" It was the next morning, and I had rummaged through my entire closet with no luck finding a suitable outfit.
"I HAVE NO CLOTHES!" I yelled to whoever wanted to listen. My mom ran by my bedroom door in a towel, wet hair flinging water all over the place, voice fading as she passed,
"Deep breaths darling, it's not good to start your day frustrated!" It was all I could do not to laugh. Mom was big on serenity, and her answer to most problems was a few deep breaths and a yoga class. (sometimes she threw in a margarita for good measure) I don't know how she stayed so calm.
"Luke, honey, it's time to not be sleeping." I could hear Mom's sweet smile. I heard a groan, and then the sound of blankets being ripped off of the bed.
"UGGGHH" Luke's groan carried down the hallway. I could totally relate to Luke right now; mornings sucked.
"Deep breaths sweetheart," Mom said, an ounce of mockery in her tone, "it's not good to start your day frustrated!"
