~ LAYLA ~
MORNING
A couple of knocks on my door wake me up. I groan, stirring on my bed.
Whoever it is should go away for a tweeny tiny bit. I haven't slept like a normal being in weeks.
I need more sleep.
I remain on my bed, trying to drown myself back to dreamland, but another round of impatient knocks rain on my door again.
This time, they are harder, followed by a low chuckle and a muffled voice I can't quite hear clearly.
Damnit!
I stir on my bed again and groan into my pillow. At this rate, whoever that person is clearly wants to see me.
After unburying my face from my pillow, I sit up and drag myself out of bed. Barefooted, I slowly and grudgingly trudge towards the door to open it.
This disturbance should better be worth it.
Reaching the door, I open it, and instantly,
