The lights overhead flickered on suddenly. I adjusted my eyes. ‘Morning already? Shit, that went quickly’. I slowly yawned and stretched. Looking through my door I contemplated coming out of my room, but I was comfortable. Boris, on the other hand, was already up. His pace rivalled the Olympic track team and I am in no mood to move that fast. In fact – I am in no mood to move at all. Last time mum got me up to exercise I found myself swimming around in circles. Literally. I lapped the facility at least a dozen times before she was satisfied that my health was still in a prime state. I Mean, other than Boris, who the hell gets up at 5am and swims the equivalent of the length of the Atlantic Ocean? I’ve never seen mum swim. How fit can she be? Although her energy does seem to match Boris’s. Urgh! *Shiver* Disgusting.
The twins are up – although they are slow to start, once they get going they are pretty hard to keep up with. Don’t ask me how, but they seem to have earned ridiculous nicknames. Thelma has been dubbed Tweedle-Dee, and Louise has been dubbed Tweedle-Dum. I guess it could be worse. Anyway, these two deserved the names, and I am always quick to ensure that their nicknames are used. Thelma is always on the move, looking for something to do. Louise, just like Thelma is also in motion. However, Louise seemed to be endlessly looking for trouble. Yesterday she took hold of the base of one of Mum’s plants and tugged so hard it came right out. She laughed of course. And Thelma was with her trying to cover up the mess. Both disappeared very quickly when Mum came home. I was grilled about it for nearly 10 minutes before mum gave up. I must have looked innocent because she smiled and said “Never mind Frankie, I’m sure it wasn’t you. You’re a good boy” Then she quizzed Boris for a bit.
I’m still tired. Last night the air filter in my room became clogged. I couldn’t clear it and it made such an unearthly low hum all night. I got practically no sleep. I must have fallen asleep, though, and Mum – no doubt – must have fixed it because it’s back to its normal quiet self now.
After A few minutes, Mum came back and poured us all some flakes for breakfast. Yum! I might have to move after all. You know – If I want to eat. And because it wouldn’t be the first time Boris ate my breakfast as well as his own. Bloody Neanderthal. Boris is trying to talk to me; mouth as full as he could possibly cram it. He’s practically dancing while he’s eating. I’m not sure if he just tried to ask me “What do you want to do today”? or “Hop into the Kung Fu Parade”? I’m going with the first option. Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum were chasing each other all over the room, laughing while they practically inhale their flakes. Just another usual day I guess. Mum’s coming over – hang on. “Morning Frankie. You’re finally up” she smiled. “I have a special treat for my favourite boy,” I smirked at Boris and poked out my tongue. “One veggie pellet for you” She dropped it into the water in front of me. “Thanks, Mum” I smiled at her. Stretching, I moved out of my room. “Ahhh, the life of a sucker fish” I crowed. Today is going to be great.
Awkward Adult 