- ASAMI -
They say there’s no sleep for the wicked, how awful it is for that to be true, even when I crave it, I can’t have a decent sleep.
The irritation on my face as I sit up from my lying position on the bed and raise one side of my eye mask to have a glimpse of my phone by my bed side table is obvious.
I find this ridiculous. I can’t put my phone on silent for certain reasons and the notification dings keeps popping in like a plague. I want to throw this damn device away but I can’t. I sneer in my sitting position. If I wasn’t wearing my favourite colour, my mood would be sour throughout the rest of the night to the next day.
I roll my eyes and push my sleep eye mask up completely to rest on my forehead then huff. My fingers grab my phone. The dings that disturbed my beauty sleep was caused by one person.
Owen. The one man I am most cautious of after S.
My irritation is completely replaced by annoyance as I raise a brow and click on his chat.