The morning wars

I fell out of bed and hit the floor. Then I remembered, I had to get to the kitchen first so I jumped up and ran. Past my closet, past my slippers and dressing gown and out into the hallway. I sprinted down it and came to a rest in the kitchen, I lent down to did some heavy breaths, then I realised my brother had passed me and was reaching for the marmite in the pantry. Luckily he was way shorter than me so he could not reach. I shouted at him “We are having toast and jam for breakfast!” “No!” He shouted. “I like marmite!”