"Luke! Get up! You're gonna be late for school." Nancy called from the hallway. Luke rolled over. You can do this. You have to do this. He thought, using every ounce of will power he had to pull himself up. "Get in the shower!"
Luke sat on the edge of the bed, a pit deeper than the Grand Canyon formed in his middle as he reached up, running his hand through shaggy dark hair. Mornings were the worst, so hard to get going, especially on a Sunday. Each step forward felt like a trek across the Sahara. "I'm up!" Luke finally called out as he opened his bedroom door and walked to the bathroom.
"Luke, you'll just have to grab a granola bar and eat it in the car. We need to leave now or we'll be late for church."