The cell phone vibrates her awake, she reached for it, hold the bright screen to her squeenting face and set it for thirty minutes later.
"I hate morning." She grunted out loudly.
Dhara opened her eyes to see the grey out of the window. The wind was freezing enough to let her sink deeper in the quilt. She eyed through the waving curtains, the pale green leaf withering away from the tree, leaving the feeling of Autumn behind. Her eyes shut and moments later she opened again. She have slept for too long,
"I don't want to get up. Oh, I don't want to get up." She looked at the time an hour of her day lost.
A flack of crows fly back over the trees. And it was the time to finally get up and peeled off the warm comfort zone. But soon she was slumped back on the bed, everything was moving s
