"Mia!! Mia! Wake up! We're going to be late!" Cheska's voice echoed in my ears, accompanied by a persistent shake that roused me from my sleep-induced stupor.
Groggily, I protested, "5 more minutes, please," seeking refuge in the plush embrace of my adorable Pitchie, a stuffed companion that always brought comfort.
But Cheska wasn't having it. "No, Mia! You need to get up now! Or I'll pour ice-cold water onto your head!" Her threat, laced with a hint of exasperation, snapped me to attention. Reluctantly, I sat up, feeling like a zombie emerging from the depths of slumber, my face buried in my hands as if to shield myself from the harsh reality of morning.
With a firm resolve, Cheska reiterated, "Go get a bath now, Mia. We only have 25 minutes before we're late. I'll wait for you downsta
