Jason Cluff

The black book

My name is Jacques. Oh my god is it 7:30 already? I scramble for my phone to snooze the alarm. Of course, its gotten tangled and lost in the bed covers while tossing and turning in the night. I really should put it on the bedside table instead of falling asleep to scrolling through Facebook. “Cael!!!!! Time to get up!” “You can come cuddle with Mom and I for 15 if you come now!” of course I’m saying this because I don’t want to get up myself yet. I can hear him step down the ladder to his bunkbed, and I’m grateful I don’t have to yell again. ‘Boy’s get up it’s after eight!!” damn I fell back asleep. Time to move. Ground hog day again. I know it’s cold out. Gotta be -30, and I better get the truck started. First eggs for the boy. “come on Cael get up! You’re gonna be late for school again!”