Typical narrative

Almost all of my days start like this- the aoying sound of my alarm reminds me that it’s half past six, but I keep on sleeping until hearing my mom’s voice calling my name for breakfast. I stretch and walk to the bathroom, as usual it’s occupied, so I go to the one which is downstairs. The splashes of water on my face, stirs my consciousness into an aware state. On my way to the kitchen, I see my father watching the news, telling me to get ready. Then I turn on the coffee maker, waiting for my sole breakfast: a mug of espresso, but it takes a couple of minutes to have my coffee prepared. Immediately, I rush to my bedroom for dressing up, after that I enjoy drinking my fine espresso. After about ten minutes, I realize that it’s time to leave for college.