Galactic Gift

The sun poked through the blinds,  Spitz was having none of it. He pulled the blanket over his head. His alarm said good morning in it's normal song. He knocked the phone down with his paw. He was up all night making art, the paint was still on his paws. He crashed before he could wash them. He realized that when the alarm sounded a second time. So he got up and took a shower he scrubed the paint off. The phone sounded a third time. He rushed to get the phone to turn off the alarm. It was la...