Chapter 58 | Good Dream
Hold fast to dreams,
for if dreams die
life is a broken-winged bird,
that cannot fly.
- Langston Hughes
Listen to Love Someone by Jason Mraz for this chapter.
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"WAKEY WAKEY TEA AND CAKEY!"
That, is precisely what I wake up to. Seeing as I'm not exactly a morning person, it leaves me extra groggy and annoyed.
"Ugh," I mutter, turning in my sleep.
"WAKE UP BIRDIE!" Asher yells again, at the top of his voice.
I bring my cover over my head, trying to block out some of the noise. Asher swipes the blanket right off of my bed, like a petulant child.
"Why are you here so early?" I ask, half-sleeping.
"We have three whole months together before college, and I'm spending every second with you. Starting now."
"Exactly," I say, "we have three whole months. Goodnight."
"It's seven in the morning!" he protests.
I groan, sinking further into my pillow. He's too lively for the morning. Maybe if I close my eyes he'll go away and let me sleep for at least another hour?
I'm three seconds into my game plan and start to think it'll actually work, but Asher has other ideas. He snakes his arms around me, hauling me off my bed with apparent ease so that I'm suspended in the air, by his arms. I groan louder.
I stare up at him, distinctly making out his wink.
"You're so clingy," I mutter, yawning.
"Oh, I'm sorry, would you rather have me let go?" he teases, raising an eyebrow.
"Nope! I'm good." I snuggle further into his arms.
"Surely if you postion a pillow in your arms I could use you as a bed?" I suggest.
His smirk falls away from his face quickly. Maybe he thought he was making progress.
"I should've just asked a sloth to go out with me," he remarks.
"Maybe you should've," I say.
He lets go of me.
I land on the floor rather ungracefully. The fall wakes me up completely, if Asher's incessant yelling didn't already. I blink as my eyes adjust to the light.
"Get ready, I'll be waiting for you downstairs," he says, offering me an evil smile.
Watching his receding back, I groan louder this time, sounding like a dying whale. We watched a documentary about them once. It gave me nightmares.
I pick myself up, brush my teeth and take a shower. Whoever said waking up early left you more refreshed was a dirty liar.
Still sleepy to a small extent, I shove on a pair of ripped jeans, a plain white t-shirt and grey slip ons.
When I make my way downstairs, I catch the sight of my mother, who's pacing up and down with her phone next to her ear. She's been really stressed about the wedding recently, and it's justified seeing as it's only a week left until the big day. It's good to see that she hasn't turned into a complete bridezilla, though.
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The Hoodie Girl | ✓Teen Fiction
[ Wattys 2016 Collector's Edition Winner! ] [ TFA 2016 Runaway Prize Winner! ] [ Literary Awards 2017 Winner! ] [ Completed 9 Jan 2017 ] Wren is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie, believing th...