Sunlight streamed in from the windows in Scarlett's room, warming the side of her face with the chilly presence of autumn in the air and she buried herself deeper in the blankets, choosing to ignore the call of the sun signaling that it was morning and time to wake up.
Time was a social construct she never abided by anyways, time was up for her own personal definition and interpretation and-
A loud car horn jerked her fully awake and her eyes shot wide open as she sat up in bed, hair a mess atop her head.
Was that Jean?
She had texted him her address and all the necessary directions after leaving her mother's hospital ward last night around midnight and had gone straight to bed immediately she got home, not even bothering to take her clothes off or brush her teeth. She was still so tired and Jet lagged from all the traveling and now it seemed like Jean was here already?
