I covered my ears with my pillow as Jacia snored loudly next to me. My bloodshot eyes struggled to stay open as I sat in my bed. Of all the roommates that I could have this bitch had to be it.
I am willing to cut off my arm and sell it to the devil if I can get a pair of sound canceling headphones right now. Should I wake her up?
No I shouldn't.
The last time I did that I slept with two slapped cheeks and a bump on my forehead. I turned and watched her sleep. Her covers were thrown on the ground as she slept with her limbs thrown around. She looked like a starfish.
"You son of a bitch! I had a full house! Give me my bottle of rum that you owe me....."
I frowned. Even in her sleep she dreams of poker and rum. Lord above what the fuck is wrong with this person?
