Mondays are not always the same.

You laid in bed enjoying the darkness of your room. Suddenly the room fills with light as you squint, you open your eyes slightly looking at the figure that stood in front of you with their hands on their hips.

"Get up (Y/N)," The person spoke.

Your messy hair hung in your face as you managed to make out the face of your mother.

(How do you respond to your mother?)