"Hey! Wake up!" I call out loud then resume chopping the spring onions. Mmm, it smells so good! I switch off the stove and scoop the chopped onions into the pot. 

"Wake up already! You're going to be late!" I call again.

"Alright already!" He grumbles, pulling a shirt over his head backwards. 

"You shirt's on backwards." I point out as he grumbles then fixes it up. 

"Wake up." He mimics and breaks my stare from his chest. "Wake up you."

"Stop that." I say, "Eat breakfast! I made kimchi ramen."

"No. Wake up already." He refused. 

I pout and he starts laughing. 

"Here, ahhh" He said, motioning to open my mouth so that he could feed me. 

"This doesn't taste like my kimchi ramen." I say confused. 

"That's because it's not."

...

"Ahhh!" I spit everything out and sit up to find myself in bed. I suddenly realize what I had done and sheepishly pass over a tissue to him. 

"If you don't like it, then just say so...I won't experiment with kimchi next time." He said while wiping his face clean. 

"No, that's not it!" I try to explain, "It's just that rice doesn't taste like rice when one is half-asleep! It felt like I was eating bugs!"

"Hrm, is that so?" He said, "Maybe this will be a good prank...Anyway, you better get up or you'll be late."