The morning sun streamed through the window, casting warm stripes across the worn wooden floor. I blinked a few times, the blurry shapes in front of me slowly sharpening into focus. There stood Amelia, her mischievous smile practically glowing against the golden light.
“Jezzz, Mely! How long have you been here?” I asked, startled as I pushed myself up on my elbows, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.
“Since I woke up,” she replied, Handing me a cup of instant coffee,that smile of hers widening like she just won the lottery. “You’re lucky I didn’t wake you up.”
She leaned casually against the door frame, arms crossed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “So you came back really late last night. You both must have done a lot of TALKING,” she said, rolling her tongue and nodding her h
