"Wake up" I hear a distant voice, yet it feels like it's close to me. "Wake up you lazy lady" the voice said.
It becomes clearer each time I focus on it, though I am far away from the source.
I open my eyes slowly as I my mind connects to the real world again, but why my eyes feel glued. They are fighting me to be closed one more time.
I see a half naked Andrew kneeling on the floor close to my face, he cups my cheek delicately while he tries to wake me up.
Is that he's new method to start the day, because he never wakes me in the morning. And honestly it's better, I just hate to be woken up like a child.
"Hey, what time is it?" I mumble, with a voice that doesn't sound like mine. It belongs to a spoiled little fat boy.
"It's 8 AM" he answers me, with an apologetic smile.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!