TheAkula

I next woke up  to something in my face. Sleepily swatting it off my face, I rolled face-down onto my pillow, sighing. I didn't really feel like getting up yet, but I knew that if I was awake, I was awake. No denying that. An annoyed warble sounded out from the direction I swatted the thing into, but I ignored it, too sleepy to bother. Sighing once more, louder this time, I stretched, only to knock my arm into something rough. The rough object gave my arm a hard nudge back, causing me to jump slightly in shock until I remembered what it was. Picking it up and giving it a rub down the ridges of it spine, I proceeded to laze in bed, simply do

Despite perfection being my ultimate goal, it's also my Hell.