OPHELIA'S POV
"Wake up, Ophelia, it's time to wake up. We have huge plans for today, huge ones!"
It felt like someone kept poking me with with their finger.
First my arm, *poke*
Then my forehead, *poke*
God, I opened my eyes before they could poke me anywhere else.
I glowered at him, not trying to get my arms back, as they already felt numb. I had cried myself to sleep last night, and hence the slightly wet pillow.
I had read a poem in a book or was it a magazine? I didn't really care to remember. It was something about respecting your pillow. For it was the only one there when no one was. Late at night.
I had laughed at the poem and flipped the page. But, today, I would have done anything to have that poem with me.
Because yesterday, it was my pillow, that was only there for me. I shook my head and tried to get up and sit erect on the bed.
