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Sean Perkins 1/23/19 Austin "The Kitchen Was A Mess" Slowly my eyes opened like mini garage doors. My pupils slid over to the side of my bed and gazed at my Galaxy S7 Edge. I saw the abbreviation Sat. and dozed back off into sleep, upset that I had forgotten to turn off my alarm for school during the week. Just as I was returning to a comforting sigh of rest my mind jolted me awake! It was as if fingernails were being drug across a chalkboard, such an excruciating sound for an alarm clock (it's the only thing annoying enough to wake me up, though). Turning it off, I puzzled over what could have possessed me to set an alarm for a wonderful sleeping in' Saturday morning? Then my eyes widened "Oh no no no nooo!" Rushing to get dressed I could still smell the popcorn, mint chocolate chip ice cream and pepperoni pizza from the night before. Such indulgence was the like for me when left alone to fend for myself without the guidance of my parents. And similarly looking like the yellow brick road in the Wizard of Oz, I followed slices of pizza crusts, an empty popcorn bag and candy wrappers that led me to the final room of mass destruction, the kitchen! Traipsing through the battlefield of potato chips and half eaten snack food, my eyes caught the time. Yikes! My parents were returning from a relaxing few days away and the one thing they left for me to do is to have the kitchen as clean as they left it. Opps. Anxiety crept into my throat, "Oh shit!" I only had 30 minutes to clean up this jumble of chaos. Into turbo mode I went through the area focusing on throwing items into the trash, rinsing dishes and putting them in the dishwasher, sweeping/mopping the floor. I received a text from my Mom saying they were 10 mins out and as I gazed over my awesome work I realized I had time to jump back into bed and catch up with my dreams of white sandy beaches.