Slowly we rise
Part of my morning routine during the weekday involves making sure the teen boy in the house is fully conscious. He's quite good at playing possum, so I've gotten equally good at being annoying and persistent. The exchange sometimes sounds like this:
knock, knock knock.
From within: moans
knock, knock, knock
"I'm up."
knock, knock knock "Are you sure?"
Silence.
knock, knock knock
"I'm awake!"
"Are you, though?"
Silence
knock, knock, knock
"I'm up, I'm up!"
"Really?"
"Sure."
"Ok."
Once I get a response that isn't pre-programmed in his subconscious brain, it's usually good. But there will be more knocking in ten minutes just to make sure.