I jump out of bed and is late for work. It’s not unusual of me to be late; late nights and late mornings. Almost everything in my life comes late. I put on my favorite nose ring. Took a glance at myself in the mirror to see if my makeup is still fresh from last night. “Looks fine from here.”, is my usual pep talk to myself every morning. Grab my black color jeans from the bedside. Jumping around the room on one leg at a time, with another fighting to get into my tight jeans. Pull it up to my waist, button up and with a deep sigh of relieve. “Finally!”, I praise myself. My feet slip into a pair of sneaker, while snatching a black tee shirt to wear. It’s from the pile of dirty laundry scatter all over the floor. I fling my bag and skateboard out the bedroom window, till I hear them hitting the garden’s grass below. Squeeze myself out the bedroom’s window onto the dirty tiled roof, and made a leap across onto a large tree branch. It’s easy from there to reach the ground using the plank stairs I nailed to the tree trunk. They are for a tree house I haven’t complete since childhood days. I can hear my pet dog frantically barking. He is a stubborn and vocal Jack Russell Terrier, having a personality like me. His name is James. My mother is holding him in her arms, with her face frowning at me from the kitchen’s window. Her silence always kill me. I try to comfort them aloud,“Good morning. Love you guys.” Pick up my things and make a dash down the street on my skateboard into the blinding sunlight. “That went well. As usual.”, talking to myself every morning.