Coffee, Toast and an Apple

I rubbed my eyes, leaned against the headboard and stretched obnoxiously. I enjoyed the satisfying sounds of various cracks and pops of my bones. I looked over at the clock I had on my nightstand, its glowing red numbers showed me that I had twenty minutes to get ready. If it weren't for melatonin, I would have probably been late. The noise from downstairs would have also woken me up, just then a pot crashed onto the floor.

''What the hell are you doing?''

''Obviously, I'm starting a marching band. What the hell do you think I'm doing dumbass?''

''Are you sassing me in my own home? Only you would have the audacity,''

''Nooo, I would never,''

It didn't take a genius to guess who the noise bunch were. Honestly, I would be more worried if they weren't arguing. Their lover's spat was quite refreshing, almost as if it anchored me to a world that seemed to have spun out of control for the past few days.

I decided to get out of bed when I heard more pots and pans crashing against the fl