The coming morning, I was woken up by my alarm at 6 oclock. I let out a hopeless moan feeling my bases feeling a bit cold in the one brace of light socks i had put on the former night. For some reason which i'm sure doesn't only be to me, sleep always sounded to feel the stylish, so good when it was morning time. I pushed the mask from my face and snoozed my alarm. I forced myself to sit up also saw a communication pop up on my phone screen. The communication from Dylan and it read.
-Good morning beautiful.
I smile creped my face and i reply
-Good morning to you.
I awaited for a many twinkles to see if he had anything differently to say to me but no new communication popped up from him. I guess he went back to sleep or was inversely getting ready for work.
So i decided to get out of b
