LILIANA
It's with tasteless buds that I wake up this morning. My head feels like someone had thrown a party in it throughout the night. My body for some reason won't obey to instructions.
One nostril is blocked like traffic on a Monday morning, while the other is a smooth ride to fun town. I hate the day already.
After what feels like hours of willing my eyes to open, they pop open of their own accord and I scan the bedroom.
Irina is nowhere to be found.
“How can such a little girl be up so early while I stay here and sloth away like a snail?” I murmur, rolling until I'm laying on my stomach with my face buried into the pillow.
The door opens.
“Very gently, Duska.” Alice says to someone in a gentle voice.
I'm too tired to look but when I do, I'm immediately thrown off by the
