“Hey,” I felt my blanket getting tugged right off my body. It was too early to wake up, not when my bed was the best thing in the world. However, the pulling got stronger, this time the blanket leaving my shoulders.
I grabbed the sheet again, tucking it in and rolling off the other side. It’s the weekend, there’s no reason for me to wake up early.
“Hey!” A high-pitched voice screamed, scaring the life out of me. I swung to see who it was, and to my surprise, it was an adorable little guy with his purple irises glaring at me with annoyance.
“Good morning...?” I greeted/asked, my hands stretched to the heavens.
“Someone’s at the door. He’s been calling for you for about thirty minutes,” he says, in his tiptoes while peering through the window of my room. The neckline of the shirt he
