Capítulo 23: Done and Dusted

Dear Jesus,

Sharing the bed with Kathlyn proved to be an epic disaster.

She turns really often in her sleep; I opened my eyes at the loud beeping of my digital alarm clock only to find her leg on my stomach.

I don't know how I managed to make it through the night without being pushed off my own bed.

Maybe it's of greater benefits to me that I don't have a sister to share a bed with.

Priscilla was snoring softly beneath the entanglement of her blanket and sleeping bag.

Genevie stirred too at the sound of the alarm.

So this is how Genevie looks like in the wee hours of dawn without makeup, my mind voice joked. I giggled at that thought.

"Good Morning."

"Morning. What time is it?" she said, stifling a yawn.

"It's 4:00am."

She groaned. And went straight back to sleep.

I tsked and shook my head. I've got a bunch of sleep-loving friends.

I opened my balcony door, and shut it safely and quietly after me.