one day you slowly floated away

The annoying country song you've chosen for your alarm repeats, but you somehow manage to ignore it.

"It's Saturday," you mumble, sitting up and stretching, arms above your head. You turn when you hear your door creek open, and glare when you see your brother peeking through.

"What?"

He snorts, opening the door the rest of the way and glancing over his shoulder. "Breakfeast is ready."