Wes's POV
It's finally the day.... if only it would become day.
I don't know how long I laid there but I do know I gave up on the idea of sleep hours ago.
When I finally relented I again saw the bags by the door, and although I know I won't do it right, I've remade the bed with Mish's new sheets and tried my hat at decorating with some of the stuff she bought. Although I'm not sure what all the pillows are for? I mean are we meant to sit on pillows instead of the couch or...?
I do a once over of the room, thinking it looks better than before, but also sure Mish will probably laugh at my efforts compared to what she will turn it into when she gets home.
Home.... when Mish gets home.
Fu*k I need this day to start.
But the stupid fu*king clock still reads four.
I decide to get showe
