She turns to the other side to feel for the wall that must be right next to her, but then strangely doesn't find anything other than empty air and the fabric of her bedsheet either. Damn, has she been sleeping on the last edge of her bed again? Her back wouldn't forgive her that another time. Though by doing so, her hand unexpectedly still lands on the sheet instead of her nightstand. So, she might as well keep her eyes closed for a while longer.Īfter what feels like a minute that probably were five on earth, she slowly rolls onto her side to finally reach for her phone. Usually, it would take her just a few seconds until the vibration sound next to her ear outweighs the necessary energy to stretch out her arm and hit snooze, but the blanket somehow seems to feel extra comfy and heavy today. Cozily warm fabric covers her from neck to toe, only increasing the desire to not begin the day yet. It must already be eight in the morning when Max perceives the buzzing of her set phone alarm, gently pulling her out of the land of dreams.
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