The next morning, Aila woke up with a killer headache. Her muscles were sore and bruised; any movement she made caused a singe of pain across her body. Her eyes squinted from the sunlight passing through the windows; if she drew the curtains the night before, she knew she would not be grumbling to herself right now.
She loved her sleep and being on top of a bed so comfy; she felt she would soon be one with it. Groaning to herself, she reached out and grabbed the nearest pillow, placing it on top of her head to hide away from the new day.
Unfortunately, her mind had other plans; she felt utterly awake now and knew she would not be going back to sleep any time soon. Pulling the pillow away from her head, she searched around the bed and stopped when her eyes landed on the alarm clock.
6:30 am.
