“Rise and shine!”
Michelle groaned as her maid burst into her bedroom and opened curtains and blinds to her windows. She rolled right over in her bed, facing away from the windows, and squeezed her eyes closed.
“Up and at ‘em, sweet cheeks!” Phoebe said as loud as ever.
Michelle groaned again in response. She held onto her blankets tighter. She had a feeling that Phoebe was going to attempt to pull them off of her. Michelle really wanted to pull the blankets over her head—the sun was just too bright—but she knew that if she did that, Phoebe would most definitely pull the covers off of her head. She found pleasure in that for whatever reason.
“Oh, come on. It’s seven o’clock. It’s not like I’m waking you up at the crack of dawn.” Phoebe scoffed.
“The sun rises at 6:30 now… It’s close enough.” Michelle muttered immediately…
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