>The alarm clock goes off.
>Yep. It's 6 AM.
>You stir, beginning to get out of bed.
>You motion to your foot drawer, reaching for your glasses.
>But they are not on the foot drawer.
>"FWUFFY NU CAN SEE!" you hear from downstairs.
>You put two and two together.
>You stumble from your bed and go downstairs.
>You see a bright, blurry creature scurrying around your kitchen floor.
>You assume it's your pet fluffy pony, wearing your glasses.
>"DADDEH HEWP! FWUFFY NU SEE GUD!" she yelps.
>You grab her and snatch the glasses off. She sighs in relief once gaining her vision back.
>You head to a nearby drawer, pull out a pair of sunglasses and put them on the fluffy.
>"WAAAHH! NU CAN SEE!" she screams as you drop her to the ground.
>You watch as she scrambles on the ground, bumping into the wall on many occasions. That'll learn her.
>As you turn to walk out of the kitchen, you slip on fluffy pony piss and land on your back.
>You hate Mondays.