"Ugh! Dave! Who on earth is making that noise so early in the morning?!" I grumbled, still half-asleep and not ready to get up.
Reaching for my phone, I check the time—7 a.m. I groan, not wanting to know what's going on outside. All I need is more sleep! The noise is so loud it sounds like a war is unfolding right in front of our house.
"Dave! Tell them to stop, would you?!" I mumble.
Then I remember—Dave doesn't sleep here anymore. I force myself up to start the day, but a wave of nausea hits me like a truck. I drop back onto the bed, defeated.
A few minutes later, someone enters my room. They open the curtains and window, then come over, grab my ankle, pull my legs to the floor, and lift me gently to my feet, steadying me so I don't stumble.
"Morning, hon. Time to wake up. Pack your
