"...and she loved a little boy very, very much - even more then she loved herself."
-From "The Giving Tree"
by Shel Silverstein
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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"Urg. Five more minutes." I groan into my pillow as the alarm on my phone goes off. Without raising my head, I feel around my bed for my phone and quickly snooze the alarm.
Finally. Peace and quiet. Just as sleep was washing over me once more..
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP
"Oh for the love of.," I mumble into my pillow and, with a sigh, begin to sit up completely abandoning any thought of being able to get any more sleep. I feel for my phone to turn off the alarm but this time I don't feel anything.
"Where are you you useless piece of junk" As the alarm continues to blast through the room my patience in finding my phone is becoming slim.
"Where are you" I grumble under my breath. After about what seemed like an eternity, I give up digging in between my tangled sheets and decide to grab the two edges of my comforter, combined with the sheets, and give them a shake. Bad idea! My phone flies from in between the fabric and hits the wall across my room.
Damn it.
"You have got to be kidding me" I groan to myself as I drop the sheets back onto the bed and make my way to my phone, heart in hands. I did not need another cracked screen considering that I just got my phone replaced last weekend. Grabbing the device from the ground, I notice that there are no cracks and let out a sigh of relief. No cracks.
After shutting off the alarm, I make my way to the ensuite to relieve myself. Once done I go to wash my hands and when I glance at myself in the mirror I gasp as I come face to face with what I could only describe as a literal train wreck. My hazel eyes are puffy and red and also ringed with the dark circles from the lack of sleep. My dark brown hair is a mess, the clothes that I forgot to change out of last night, are all wrinkled and my makeup was completely smudged. And if it weren't enough, I have dirt all over my face.
Damn it.
I should have washed my face before coming home last night.
Knock, knock, knock.
Who the heck is at my door at 7 in the morning? I quickly brush my teeth and wash my face, not caring if my 'guest' waits the 3-4 minutes that it took. Once done I make my way downstairs while putting my hair up in a messy bun.
"Coming!" I whisper-shout while walking to the front door. I don't want to wake Ash up yet, I have pancakes and bacon to make.
Without bothering to look through the peephole, I open the door to the annoyed look of Nicole, my best friend. Which, right now, I am seriously reconsidering since she knows how much I hate mornings.
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