Cage woke up to the noise of the alarm setting off. He felt disoriented for a minute before he grumbled. "Just a little more," he said, burying his head in the pillow.
The noise continued. It didn't help with his headache and he moaned, asking Katherine to turn it off. There was no reply. The noise continued. He pulled his head out of the pillow and reached out to scowl at the clock. He hadn't even known it was there. And he surely didn't set an alarm on it. He smacked on the thing, hoping it would die, and eventually, it did.
It was eight in the morning. At first, he thought that the others were fucking with him, but then he realized that the other side of the bed was empty. He pressed his hand on the sheets to find them cold.
For a second, fear gripped his heart. Had it all been a dream? He shook his head. Maybe she had woken up at an ungodly hour.
Yeah, that must have been it.
Uh. Please don't do this at the library. Our librarian was a fifty-year-old woman who frowned at me when I asked for books on scandalous subjects. And yes, if you didn't pay your dues, you wouldn't graduate. Lots of students paid hundreds of dollars for expensive academic books that they never returned or lost.
Throw all your stones at me. Sorry for no update yesterday. I was feeling under the weather. I haven't been able to write for a while now... but I am pushing out chapters. Sorry for the delay.
Please do leave comments if you can. It's really lonely here.