Blair’s POV
*RING* *RING*
What the hell is that noise?
*RING* *RING*
Is that my phone?
Shit, I think that’s my phone.
I roll over under the covers, body aching as if I completed the Iron Man Triathlon in record time. Just as I do, however, to my sweet relief the phone stops ringing. Thank goodness. I am definitely not in the mood or the right mental state to have a coherent conversation with anyone.
I manage to roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling. The patterns of white dots and swirls somehow look like clouds far above my head. The way the shadows are falling across the ceiling make me think that it is definitely around three or four o’clock, which is later than I wanted to get up.
Then again, I’m lucky I managed to wake up at all. I am completely and utterly exhausted, and I would not change it for the world because it was Raven who put me in this state.
Raven.