I’m awoken by the irritating sound of my alarm. I reach over hitting the snooze button with more force than is necessary as if I’m taking out a vendetta on the alarm. Which in a way, I am. I hate alarms. They are unnatural. We should wake up when our body is ready to and no sooner, but I have work to do. Forcing myself to sit up I give myself a good stretch waking my muscles up.
My New York apartment is pretty basic, far more on the simplistic side compared to my home in Moldova. My bedroom just consists of an emerald satin king size bed, navy blue walls, one black nightstand, a floor to ceiling window hidden by a forest green curtain and a simple black double-door wardrobe.
Getting up I step out and walk past the laundry and straight into my bathroom. I take off my nightshirt and slip
