Cassandra
My phone buzzes and the vibration against my flesh wakes me up, startling me. I groan, trying to pry my heavy eyes open. I'm so exhausted that my eyes feel as if they have been sealed shut. Sunlight streams in from the crack in the curtain or a nearby window, whose warmth reflects on my legs.
I open my eyes and find that I am still on the couch, leaning against the end with my legs curled up. Tarra's head rests on my legs, her lengthy body stretched out onto our white couch. Her dark brown hair is fanned out over my legs, making me sweat from the body heat radiating from her bare neck on my legs.
I slide my hand under my thigh where my phone is buzzing, being careful not to wake Tarra. It's a text from Crayvin.
Crayvin: Where you at, Peanut?
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