My mornings be like...

I am not at all a morning person. Although I do wake up quite early but that's because of college timings. Anyway, almost all of my mornings are same -I wake up with a nest of hair on my head and the duvet half way down from the bed.
I can never be nice with the person who crosses my path in the morning. I am moody, cranky and grumpy like a lost child who puts his right foot in left slipper. I gather my scrunchie and water bottle from somewhere or the other and proceeds to open the curtains and windows to let the cool breeze in when the bright warm sun rays hit my eyes telling me how late am I in waking up. My mind would still be loading itself up and I had no effing idea about why I am on this earth?
Also, I really hate it when people say good morning first thing in the morning like how can a morning be good? or why the hell your morning is good?
Well after all this I walk from dimmed yellow lights and golden rays into the living room which is usually filled with action (perks of having working parents). The lights are as strong as that of some mall and everyone is running around leaving choas behind. Whistle from the pressure cooker tells the menu for breakfast. My mother would be throwing orders in every direction. Someone is not getting their socks pair right and someone else's tiffin box is still in their bag from previous day. And I am standing on the threshold with dried drool and dirt in the eyes and contemplating the idea that why didn't I sleep for 15 more minutes and let the hurricane pass the household.