Waking up to Zoey crashing around our dorm room is my new normal. She’s basically my alarm clock at this point. I have an alarm set, but she takes longer to get ready in the morning, so hers goes off earlier, in turn waking me with her crashing around. It was a little frustrating at first, but now it’s just another Tuesday.
“Good morning!” I singsong to her. I’m a morning person, and she most definitely is NOT, so it always makes me giggle.
My phone goes off, and the smile that takes over my face is a bit ridiculous, but I know it’s him. No one else texts me in the morning. Very few people even have my number.
Ugh, I forgot about that. This is going to suck; I think I already miss him.
I’m so screwed.
Just as my feet hit the floor to go grab my coffee, Zoey opens the door and laughs.
