I wake up with my eyes a little heavy; I can feel it swells when I touch it with my fingertips. My sight lands on the white ceiling again; it's the only way I find peace, looking at the unknown and doing nothing. My back hurts a little when I get up, and I feel lazy. It must be a lack of sleep; if I can recall correctly, at 2 in the morning, I was still as awake as an owl.
"Angel?" Mom called out my name. She must be preparing for work at this time. It's 7 in the morning when I glance at the wall clock.
I'm not answering her and will come out when she's out for work. It's Saturday anyway.
"Angel, your breakfast is ready; help yourself. I have to go to work."
Still, I stay silent in my room so she would think I'm sleeping. I fix my bed and get out of the room when I hear the door cracki
