Date 2
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"Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up."
I grunted irritably and slapped the hand away that was poking my cheek.
Ugh. My face turned sour as I felt the heat of the sun touch my skin. Why is he waking me up? How annoying. He is putting me in a bad mood first thing in the morning and I don't like it. What I really hate the most is when someone would wake me up from my sleep.
I want to wake up whenever I want to and not when anyone wants me to.
He poked my cheek again so I decided to hold and clutch it, preventing it from prodding my cheek again. He laughed at my naughty behavior that caused me to frown at him.
I thought that he was in a bad mood since yesterday? Well, because after making fun of him, he left me in the living room and went up the room. I saw him again in the aft
