Ordinary Mornings
A short figure, dressed in his scruffy jacket from a week ago and his wrinkled pyjamas with chocolate stains on them rises slowly from bed. A lazy Thomas is greeted to the wondrous sights of the Scottish highlands, covered in a thick snow layer, almost as if a blanket covered a sleeping child. He crept down the stairs in a drowsy manner, as his tummy rumbled like a subtle thunder in his body. Soon enough, he had gathered his lazy self together and arrived at the dining hall. Out went quite a bit of his drowsy mood, and in went baked beans, eggs and ham, sausages, marmalade toast, and a tall glass of orange juice. After the filling breakfast, he went back upstairs, faster this time, and started to wear his school uniform. No sooner had he clothed himself in his uniform than he gazed at the calendar hanging by his bed, and realised it was the beginning of his winter holidays. He grumpily started to remove his school attire, and started wearing his pyjamas, wondering why he was so sad in Scotland, and what it would take for him to be happy again, when his mother had walked in. After she left, Thomas was no longer his grumpy and half-asleep self, but ecstatic, and excited. Why? Well, he'd just found out that he was taking a plane back to London for the rest of the winter, which meant a long month stay in London. But, again, he was very grumpy after five minutes, thinking more about being lazy and sleeping than being happy. But after hearing noises from his room, Thomas' mother talked him through the whole thing, and he finally understood, and was back to being excited again.
