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I stumble downstairs and sleep-walk through breakfast as my mum, dad and sister zoom around the house like they are attatched to rockets.
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"Beep...beep". The shrill, incessant droning of my alarm clock slowly rouses me into consciousness. I roll over and whack it into silence. 7:06. The alarm's obviously been going off for some time now but, as always, I'm the last person in my family it gets to torture. Noises from downstairs show the rest of the family is up and getting ready for the day ahead, as I should be. Or rather as I should have been about half an hour ago, which is the time I set the alarm for. I think I should definitely be in the Guiness Book of Records under "Heaviest Sleeper". I haul myself out of bed, the noise made by that small, mechanical instrument of torture still reverberating in my ear-drums, shove my feet into slippers and head for the door with my two cats, who substitute as hot-water bottles for my feet...
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