"Wake up Fern."
"Ugh no..." I whined into my pillow.
"Come on, up up up." I felt someone tugging on my wrist and I only made it halfway up before I collapsed into that sweet, sweet softness again. Soon, repeated pillow attacks were launched on my body. It's too early for this.
"What do you mean 'too early'? We're running late for our class with Hans, now get up!"
I made a mental note to be careful with what I say in a sleep ridden haze and sat up. I blinked lazily a few times at my sister, all dressed and ready for the day. She looked ready to throw a ball, maybe two. But what's she doing in my room so early?
"Quit looking at me and go get ready."
I still sat there, staring into the air and thinking about how many minutes I could still get in. It felt cold... Perfect for snuggl
