EMILY’S POV
A trumpet roared. I shut my ears with my pillow frowning, trying to block the noise and enjoy my beauty sleep.
That only added strength to the musician, the noise became unbearably loud. Every force put in blowing that instrument got me hugging the pillow deeper in my ears forcing my eyes to stay close, that's the only thing keeping me from screaming. Mom yelled and a body made a loud thud as it fashioned the floor, falling at the other side of the bed, a groan was heard after. So it’s not her disturbing my morning. I tugged another pillow forward, fitting it beneath my head and over my ears. If I don't succumb, maybe the annoying musician will leave! If there's any time to put my ignoring skills in action, it's now. My brows furrowed, wrong move, the bell of the trumpet wa
