Joanna's POV
It was a Saturday morning. I groaned and stood up, before I stretched, making an animalistic noise in the process due to that sweet feeling one gets when you hear your bones c***k and stretch evenly.
"Joanna! Get up and clean up, it's Saturday!" I heard Dad call from downstairs.
"Dad am up!" I called back, after which I moved around as if in a daze and went to the bathroom, where I did my business.
Still in a trance after that, I decided to pull my asleep brain together so it could function, and splashed some water on my face, as I knew Dad wouldn't take it likely with me if he entered my room in a few minutes, and saw how messy it was, or me, sleeping, even though it was still 7 am.
How I woke up that early by myself, was a shock to me, especially after the crazy night
