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Skill development Narrative Essay I wake up early to early for my taste I lie in my bed desperately trying to fall back into the depths of my slumber. The sunshine sneaks past my curtains and finds its way into my eyes. I roll over trying to avoid the ever pierce light coming through my window. It finds a way to follow me no matter where I roll, how I cocked my head or how many pillows I put on my head. Finally I give in to the suns ever persisting nag for my to get up and start my mourning. I climb down the steep ladder from the sweltering loft above. To find my sisters already up and finishing off the little breakfast we have. As slowly drag my numbed body toward the shower.