I stride from the shower to my bedroom to get ready for classes and I glance at my wristwatch from the nightstand.
"OMG!" It is already seven and I have a class at eight-thirty.
I rush to my closet, fish out a few favorite dresses and inner wears while I dry my hair with a towel.
Sighing, I toss the towel in the laundry basket and walk with the clothes to the dresser.
I am busy deciding on which dress to put on when my bedroom door is pushed open and I whip my head towards it.
Bri saunters in in her pajamas, her hair all tangled up and she seems rather tired. It's like she had one crazy night and I wonder what time she came back last night.
"You are up?" I ask, jerking my head back.
"I have a class at eight." She tells me, yawning lazily.
"You should be getting ready then."
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