ARTEMISIA
“Where is Emma?” I asked Julie, who was still by the window side.
She glanced at me and let out a sigh.
“She is asleep. Again, she sleeps like a log.”
“I agree,” I mumbled.
If possible, anyone could steal her while asleep. I wonder how possible it was for a person to sleep without coming awake till the next morning.
I had told her several times, and she had told me she needed enough sleep for her body to develop well.
Moreover, she had said that I looked underdeveloped because I barely got a lot of sleep and I was a picky eater.
I didn't feel bad about her statement because I knew that was how she was. She liked using derogatory comments about me.
Thinking about it now, I doubt if it was because of sleep; she was curvier than I.
Julie was a picky eater, and she could st
