"Ma'am, Abby, it's time to wake up.”
Mrs. Eliza's gentle voice woke me up from my deep slumber. I groggily opened my eyes, feeling exhausted from staying up so late last night. I must have done countless laps before finally falling asleep around four in the morning.
"Morning, Eliza," I mumbled, letting out a big yawn. I realized my alarm hadn't gone off yet and wondered what time it was.
Frantically searching under my pillow and on the coffee table for my phone, I couldn't find it anywhere. Frustrated, I threw my head back in annoyance.
"It's nine in the morning, Mrs. Abigail. Are you feeling okay?" Mrs. Eliza asked, concern evident in her voice. I took a seat, looking at her standing in front of me as I began to stretch my body. I was really puzzled by her question.
"You just called
