Beep, beep.
Orla tossed around on the bed, disregarding the beeping alarm. She was still very much absorbed in her morning sleep even after sleeping the whole night.
Beep, beep.
The alarm blared again, piercing her ears. She yanked the duvet off her body and angrily snatched the phone from the bedside table.
She pressed the power button to shut it off, not that she needed the phone for something important. It was majorly for alarms and internet stuff, no one called her.
Groaning, she rested her back on the headboard. The sleep had been stripped off her eyes, and her large eyes were glinting with uncertainty.
She was awake, another day without Betty by her side and she was confused about life itself.
"Good morning, did you have a good rest?" Callan's voice interrupted her thoughts.
