LOGAN
I wake up in an incredibly unpleasant way. One of our English mastiffs, daisy stands over me licking my face.
“Daisssss. Nooooo” I grumble trying to cover my face with my blankets. She barks when she can no longer see my face.
“Okay, I’m up” I say getting out of bed. I can almost guarantee it was Riley who opened my door this morning to let daisy into my room.
“Ri!” I yell. Her petite frame pops into my doorway.
“You rang?” She says in an overly cheery mood.
“Did you let daisy in?” I ask fixing my bun.
“She was pawing at your door. I couldn’t deny her the chance to see her favorite family member” she says before bouncing downstairs. I glance at the clock. It’s only 8:45am. That little s**t. I put my glasses on and follow downstairs.
I find my mom over the stove making a
