Monday morning

As my alarm clock goes off, it reads 5:45 and I think to myself that it is too early to get up but then again it's a school day. So I end up by making a decision to sleep for 15 more minutes.
My house phone goes off, my dad is on the other side wondering if I'm still in bed....i glanced at my clock and it reads 6:22 a.m. My dad has been at the doorstep ringing the bell, trying to wake me up for about 10 minutes. I go down and open the door to let him in.
As I hurried in the restroom I wonder how i chose to sleep for 15 minutes and slept for nearly 35. I wonder about what i can control if not my sleeping hours. I go down the stairs and see my parents talking. As I get closer the subject changes. My mom ends up by saying that i am too young to be a senior in high school and my brain is not focus to wake up on time.(I am sixteen by the way). I have friends that are eighteen years old and wake up late most of the school year. So i wonder is there a right age for anything in this world. Maybe there is or maybe it just takes maturity.
As I close the door behind me, I realize that another long day is ahead so i put everything behind and think about how cold it is in late October.