Typical Mornings

I hopped out of bed, walked out of my room and walked into the kitchen to get some breakfast.  As I opened the fridge to get an apple fat boy bit me on the the back of my leg.  He always comes running to the person who opens the fridge.  His name suits him perfectly.  The next day I woke up late.  I ran down the hallway that leads to the living room to get my soccer bag.  Behind me I heard these quick feet.  Fat Boy was chasing me down the hall. Its like a morning game to him.  When I went to go fix my hair in the bathroom he was scratching on the door.  He pushed open the door and peeped his head in through the crack. He just seems to be everywhere.  Although the next day I didn't wake up late, I didn't notice Fat Boy in the house.  As I was walking out of the house I felt the coldness in the air hit my face as if it was a slap of reality.  Then all of a sudden Fat Boy bolts into the house.  I had to call him back outside.  Every time I am about to leave the house he follows me.When I'm in the car he is sitting on the porch just watching me leave with the look of depression on his face.