Willow: Mom wants you to bring dessert tonight
Stella: Did she say what kind?
Willow: No, that would’ve been too easy
Willow: I’m guessing your cheesecake
Stella: I’ll make the cheesecake
Willow: See you tonight, sis. Love ya.
Stella: :*
A persistent, obsessive sound yanked me from the depths of sleep. It was a sharp, repetitive beeping that reverberated through my skull like a relentless drill. It refused to stop, invading my cozy cocoon of warmth and rest. Groaning, I peeled myself away from the heavy arm draped possessively over my body, the weight both comforting and frustrating given the circumstances.
“What is that?” I mumbled groggily, my voice hoarse with sleep as I sat up in bed. My blurry eyes darted around the room in search of the noise's source, desperate to silence it
