"Milady, you have to wake up!"
Malaya opened one of her eyes, only to see Dorris with both of her arms on her waist. Dorris was glaring at her with a pout. 'Why do I feel like this is some sort of a deja vu?' Malaya pondered. 'But I just want to sleep more. And my head felt like it was carrying hollow blocks.'
Malaya just turned around and said in a sleepy voice. "Dorris, I don't have any schooling anymore, why are you still bothering my sleep?"
"Milady," Dorris crossed both her hands. "How could you fall asleep like a log?" She sounded like she was reprimanding some sort of a problem child.
"What's the matter with that?" Malaya sounded a bit hoarse as she let out a long and wide yawn. "And logs don't sleep, Dorris."
"I'm just using it as an example since you're like that, Milady." Dorris retorted.
