The blaring sound of his mothers alarm drifted down the hall of the families two bedroom house and alerted Copper of the time, 4:30. Mothers were busy people. He stayed on the couch under the two spare blankets left in the house and stained from coffee that nobody from his family had drank. He wished to hide beneath the mounds of fur that were sometimes his, to keep the cold at bay but his mom was never happy to see him like that and so for her sake at 4:30 in the 50 degrees Fahrenheit house he stayed in his skin.

	His mother scuffled down the hallway and the shower began, a small hiss filling the silent house for a short few minuets,telling Copper it must be cold. Then she came down the hall and into the kitchen, riffling through the pantry for something quick. A wrapper sound meant that she found something and now she would leave to clean everyone else's home and watch other parents' children. She was like a breeze, coming and going in a short blast of 10 minuets, every morning, at 4:30.

	His brothers followed shortly after, though much louder and less structured than their mother. Both Thompson and Willbert had jobs as they were 21 and 19 respectively. Neither of them had gone to college, it was doubtful hat Copper would either. Every day they left in a rush. Their jobs paid for the house and utilities and so off to work they went before 5 in the morning.

	After they left Copper got to his mourning routine of staring at the ceiling until boredom could lure him out of bed. Today the cold sunk between the covers and kicked him out and up, quickly dressing in several sweaters. Then he sat on his mothers bed starring at the clock until it got to 5:30 when he'd need to get ready for school. By 6 he'd be out the door, walking the near mile towards his junior year at high school.