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Tuesday 26th may 2009 Mornings are not my friends

The sun gleams through my windows like my curtains are melting away like candles sweating wax under the sunlight my room lights up with heat and light i pull my head under the duvet angrily the smell the eggs and bacon run up my nose my tummy suddenly rumbles under the pressure of food I pull myself out of bed the safety and warmth of my duvay I slip out of bed i can feel little men run up and down my spine and giving me the chills to my feet and toes feel like falling off I sink into my chair and scoff down breakfast. yum!