The third time, I woke up. Because whatever I had just smacked said “ow.”
“Huh?” I opened my eyes.
“Morning,” Damon said.
“Can’t be. Still tired.” I reached past him, smacked the clock, and dove back under the covers.
“My dad’s class starts in half an hour.”
“Aaagh!” I threw back the covers and began trying to heave the Wonder Tummy out of bed.
Damon did not offer to help. “When you’re dressed, there’s some oatmeal and pancakes to go with your Easter eggs.”
“Really? You didn’t have to—”
“I was hungry. And I can’t eat until you do, so hurry up.”
“Oh. Fine, Mr. Creepy Von Lurkabout. Get out of here.” I tried to throw a pillow at him as he left, but my brain and hands weren’t communicating yet. The pillow flopped off the edge of the bed, and I felt sure it was mocking me.
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