The Mysterious Fog: The Father
My life is a constant loop...
It's not boring, far from it. No, it's just...predictable.
I like it that way though. No surprises except for the ones I can handle. See, every morning I wake up, and if it's a weekday, I go into the room opposite of mine then wake up my beautiful little girl for school. She has an alarm set on her phone only to repeatedly hit snooze every time it goes off.
Kids.
As a result, I've taken on the unofficial role of her alarm clock myself. Ignore the devilish grin and the two pans I hold in my hands and take my word for it when I say I find no delight in the endeavor what so ever.
"Heh heh." Ignore that too.
The loud gong like sound that results from metal clashing against metal has her rising up like she's being attacked.
Works everytime.
"You do know I can report you to social workers for abuse for that, right?" Her drowsy semi-opened eyes search for me as she says that.
