Process Analysis Essay - Daily Ritual
The clock reads 5:02 when I'm viciously jerked out of an interesting dream by the sound of my father pounding on the door. "Time to get up," he calls.
I groan in response and lie in the dark for a few minutes. Then I drag myself up and try to maneuver myself off the bed without stepping on one of the many piles of notebooks, comics, textbooks and other oddities that congregate at the foot of my bed. I scoot all the way to the end before my feet can finally touch the floor. I have to pee, but my sister beats me to the bathroom. She always does…