EPOV

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Ugh. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I absolutely loathed the alarm clock. Every morning it would go off at the same time. It was the most annoying part of my day, aside from dealing with Tanya, my wife, of course. I tried to hit the snooze button, but instead ended up hitting the clock so hard it fell on the floor and broke. Sigh. I'd have to get a new one that day. Whatever.

I got out of bed grudgingly and tried to fix the side I—uncomfortably—slept on. I looked at the bed and saw Tanya snoring peacefully. How I wished it wasn't Tanya on that bed. How I wished it were someone I loved. Someone whom I didn't marry simply because I had to. Another sigh.

I went into the restroom and looked at myself in the mirror. How I wish it wasn't Tanya commenting about my 'yummy shoulders,' as she likes to call them.

Gah, is it just me, or was I completely starting to sound really whiny? Sigh. And I sighed a lot too . . .
 
I stepped out of my boxers, since that's all I slept in at night, and jumped in the shower. My shower only lasted around ten minutes. I usually took extremely long showers, but I guess I just wasn't up to it this morning.

I lazily got dressed in a button-up blue shirt and black pants. I also put on my socks and shoes. I was slightly hungry, but decided to take Anna out for breakfast today. I went upstairs to wake up my 3-year-old daughter. It was never a big hassle in waking her up. She wasn't as whiny as her mother was.

As I woke her up, I thought about her features. She didn’t really look like Tanya at all. She had my weird bronze-colored hair, my green eyes, and my lips and nose. I couldn’t see a hint of Tanya in her. I hoped her personality would also be unlike her mother’s.

She was up in less than two minutes. I got her bathed and dressed in her favorite pink long-sleeved T-shirt with dark blue jeans.

We went out to the car and she asked, “Daddy?”

“Yes, Sweetie?”

“I’m hungwy.” She still couldn’t pronounce all her words right; I thought it was adorable.