"I DON'T WANT TO BE here."
Lucy's groan was audible even though she had buried her face in Dee's copper mane.
It was six a.m. on Saturday morning, and Lucy couldn't help but wish that she could be back in her bed sleeping like every normal college student could on the weekend.
"You know, Dee, you're not quite as comfortable as a pillow, but you'll do," Lucy said as she yawned.
"Sleeping on the job?" Harley joked as he passed by.
"I am not," Lucy argued, but her head never left Dee's neck.
Harley only laughed as he turned to go.
Lucy could have sworn she had actually managed to close her eyes for a brief moment, but suddenly the chestnut mare shook her head and neck, freeing herself from the (most likely more annoying than uncomfortable) weight that was Lucy.
"I'm up this early for
