I wake to the sound of pounding at my door, and I groan because I can barely hold my eyes open enough to glare at the offending noise.
"Go away!" I shout at whoever thought it was a good idea to wake me this early. The pounding in my temple is starting to throb in time with the knocking, and it's incredibly irritating. I roll over and put my face in my pillow to try and forget that a crazy person is vying for my attention. Clearly, they must be off their rocker.
I think I hear someone shouting, but I'm getting quickly pulled back into the embrace of deep sleep that's so comfortable it almost feels like a real hug. Especially with Mr. Snuggles the stuffed pig that I'm burying my face into.
