"Tears are made of salt and water."
It was 4 o'clock in the morning when we got home and sneaked back up to my bedroom. Cloey and I fell asleep almost immediately after our heads touched the soft pillow.
Then at 6 o'clock the same morning, an inconsiderate asshole decided to shake me out of my sweet slumber.
I groaned and buried my face in the cloud-like pillow as the person rocked me back and forth. I got annoyed and finally looked up at the person who was unlawfully denying me sleep.
I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the blurry image that the person appeared as and stretched as I sat upright on the bed.
Marcellia smiled, "Good morning."
"How did you get in here?" I questioned through a yawn.
She plopped down on the bed beside me, "I used to live here remember." I was too tired to lecture her on knocking before entering someone's room and I most likely wouldn't have answered anyway.