SOPHIA
I wake up to find Abdallah sprawled out on the sofa. His long and muscular legs half dangling down, one arm resting under his head and the other one touching the floor.
It’s a picturesque moment. As in, I should literally take a picture of him. And so I do. He looks way worse in the picture than he actually does and I blame that on my picture-taking skills. Yes, it can’t even be called photography. That’s a disgrace to its name.
Everyone has flaws, okay? I just have way too many, which, by the way, is beside the point right now.
Tucking the phone into the back pockets of my PJs, I scurry over to the bathroom and quickly change my clothes and such.
All right, so, I have a plan. I’m going to be a better Sophia and while people might laugh at that, I’m actually pretty damn serio
