I groaned before throwing off my covers and sitting up. The morning sun streamed through my window and covered my room in spots. My vision was fuzzy for a moment before adjusting quickly. I slid out of bed, stretching as I went. I simply stood in the middle of my room for a couple of minutes before the smell of sausage hit my nose; suddenly I was up and running to the kitchen, tripping over the boxes in the hallway before skidding into the table, hitting my stomach. I may have been winded but I wasn't down as I struggled to grab the back of my chair and clutch my stomach at the same time. Eventually I made it on to the stool listening to my mom laughing at my struggle.