early morning

so i told my father to wake me up. just in case, i thought... i had to meet one of my professors around 8am... 'it means getting up at 7.10am, getting ready for the day and catching a bus at 7.30am'. that's what i thought at least.

my father had different plans. for some strange reason, he woke me up at 6.10am, and continued whatever he was doing (i.e. preparing for his work day). i'm not sure what kind of reactions you make at something like this, but i wasn't very happy person when that happened.
of course, i continued to sleep, but it just wasn't the same any more.

life...