Amethyst's POV
"Amy, wake up!"
I felt a persistent shaking that pulled me from the depths of my slumber.
With a groan, I turned to my side, enveloping my face with a pillow in an attempt to drown out the noise and continue my dreams.
"Amy, wake up!" A voice called again, more insistent this time.
No, I don’t want to wake up.
I want to sink back into the comfort of sleep just a little longer—just five more minutes...
If only I could escape into the bliss of dreams for just... five more minutes...
"Amy!"
Finally, I reluctantly opened my eyes and sat up, a grumpy pout forming on my lips as I fought to shake off the remnants of sleep.
"Why?" I mumbled sleepily, trying to comprehend why anyone would want to disturb me at such an ungodly hour.
"You need to get up," Ara said,
