Frittata

You are lying on a raft peacefully drifting on a calm sea, the sun kissing your skin, gentle tropical breezes flitting playfully across your body. A lone seagull circles overhead, lightly cawing in the distance. Suddenly the gentle caw becomes a shrill, incessant screeching. CRAP! How long has that alarm clock been going off? Late again.

You stumble into the kitchen