Creed hated mornings the most. The birds outside his window whistled and tweeted. How can something that has wings be this annoying, he wondered?
Spike kneeled beside his bed, her elbows resting softly on his mattress. Her eyes watched him, studying him. She just needed to be close to him.
Creed became aware of Spike's presence. "How long have you been there?" he asked, extremely irritated with her disregard for his privacy, not to mention her staring.
"Since two a.m.," she replied.,.
"Great," Creed murmured with attitude, as he pulled the covers up over his head.
Spike stood up. "You can't do that. You need to get up."
Sue was busy trying to get ready for school and handling her morning responsibilities. She almost forgot about Creed. Suddenly, remembering him, Sue shouted, "Creed,
