It's morning. I can tell. The light seeps through my eyelids, not even my translucent curtains can hold it back. This light...it isn't that of the soft streetlight resting on the other side of the pavement. It is that of my arch-nemeses, the one who's shining rays of tormenting light cut through the embracing shade of night; The Sun!
It burns. The inside of my eyelids turn, from a cool blackish-blue, into an angry red.
I usually like red.
Not now.
Grudgingly pushing the two balls of fuzz off my bed, I swing my legs up and out of the warm covers. The fuzz-balls claw their way back up the maroon-colored comforter, pinning my legs in the process.
Not one to battle with the forces of nature; I let them be.
I wonder at the obnoxiously bright daylight; it's not usually this intense.
The phone vibrates, I am yet again forced to push the fuzz-balls off. With protestant meows, they leave, but not before glaring at my blanket-covered form. They Shoot death-glares that scream; if-you-didn't-feed-me-or-clean-my-litter-box-I'd-slit-your-throat.
...I bet they would, too.
Ignoring them, I reach blindly for my phone...knocking it off the nightstand as I do so.
Mumbling inane curses and threats to various inanimate objects, namely the phone and nightstand, I reach for my glasses. I slip them on before they meet the same fate as my phone.
I've spotted the cellular device; it rests peacefully on the floor. Brightly displaying an icon that cheerfully chimes; 'New Text Message.'
I don't bother to pick it up.
Not even lifting my head from where it rests on the Egyptian-cotton-sheet-covered mattress, I opt to take the lazy route. Reaching down, I carefully push the required buttons which allow me to see this, 'New Text Message.'
It reads:
From #@$!:
"As of this moment: 2 hr late start, limited transportation, no out of district transport!"
I allow myself a bleary-eyed half-smile...
...school can wait for another two hours.
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