Ooo, lookie, a fun little narrative, more of a story then a journal entry, but it's still relevant.
(Warning: poetic license used)
"Awwww, just five more minutes" I groaned as something poked me in the back. I was still asleep in my nice, comfy bed and I wasn't about to give it up without a fight.
"Not this time, you slacker" someone said and the poking got harder.
"Wait, that voice sounds familiar" I mumbled as I turned over to look at its source. Even without my glasses on yet I could tell who it was. "Hey conscience, what did I do this time?"
He stopped jabbing me with a ruler and said slyly "Get up and see for your self."
Sighing,