West's P. O. V
I woke up this morning with a bad cough, my feet could barely move an inch whatsoever. And finding my bitchy inhaler proved futile, I hadn't had time to arrange things into a right fashion for a while.
There was something important going on today, I could feel it in my gut but my memory couldn't suffice. Whatever it was, I couldn't remember but it kept nagging at my memory.
I had cereal and soda as breakfast while in my underwear, watching a repeat of the game played during the weekend. Things were just so peaceful, in actuality they were just too tranquil.
"Hmmm...things are too quiet." I thought aloud, enjoying my cereal, embracing my lazy morning self.
My phone vibrated under my left leg, being a bitch to me, at first I ignored it, but more texts flooded my phone. I picked it up to put it on silent, but the text caught me off guard.
Will: Am coming over with the guys, we have something to talk about.