Beep! Beep! Beep!
David angrily slammed the button on his alarm clock. He does this every morning, because his insomnia prevents him from getting a reasonable amount of sleep most of the time. He always wakes up, tired and fatigued. After two minutes of staring at the ceiling, he managed to pull himself out of the bed. He slowly walked down the stairs, and the fresh smell of blueberry pancakes filled the room. His mother, Emily, was behind the amazing smell.
David slowly pulled out a chair, and sat down. "I made your favorite! I know I'm not a chef or anything, but if there's one thing I do pride myself on, it's my pancakes." his mother said. David looked at his plate, unimpressed. His facial expression did not change from the moment that he had left the bed.
"Did you not get enough sleep last night?" asked his mother. David looked up from the table, and then nodded. A frown swept across Emily's face, as she knew about David's problems with sleeping. She was his mother, of course she would know.
"Try to drink some warm milk tomorrow night. That's what always helped me when I was your age. If that doesn't work, read a book." she explained to him. David grunted in agreement, and he finally began to eat his pancakes
After he finished his breakfast, he went to take a shower, as he did every morning. Afterwards, he brushed his teeth, brushed his hair, and got his book bag ready. He had a very important day ahead of him. Projects were due today, and David and his best friend, James, had both worked very hard to get an A. Because of his lack of sleep, he was now failing History. He needed to get a good grade on this project, or else he would hear from his mother.
Before he exited the door, his mother yelled her goodbyes. David did the same. What neither of them knew was, after he left the house, nothing would ever be the same. Nothing would be the same for David, for his mother, or for the entire world.