I like to sleep. But for some reason, I always seems to be woken up before I am really ready to wake up. I have to wake up in the morning on weekdays to go to work. Even on Saturdays and Sundays, my mother would wake me up to tell me to keep the clothes if the rain is coming as she is going out to market. Which automatically translates, “Get up, you lazy ass”. But you do not wake a sleeping man up in the middle of the night.
Apparently, my sister is ignorant of this. After all, we have only been living together for twenty one years, coming to twenty. There are times where I am really annoyed. You only wake up a person in the dead of the night when there is an emergency. Like we have no cocoa powder and thus, no breakfast, or mother is cooking chilly crab and it is time to eat. But you do not wake a person up in the middle of the night to ask where is Microsoft Office Installation Disk.
I am surprised that I did not perform a simultaneous metamorphosis and transform into a dragon to bite her head off. But I guess it is sort of a thing I grew used to. After all, she has came into my room in the middle of the night, flip on the light and take a dictionary. Or just to admire the new bookcase in my room. Or to ask me certain questions, which I would always fail to recall in the morning.
I bet she would have mauled me if I did the same to her. After all, there was once I was passing a message for mother and I have to wake her up in the morning. I thought she had stick a tiger under the covers and sneak out of the house.