I was getting dressed half-heartedly, moving the brush through my hair a little bit too forcefully. Securing my hair up in a ponytail, I bent down to pick up the discarded clothes. Saying my room is a mess is an understatement, it's a dumpster.
Cameron was snoring away on the bed, she has practically moved in with me, with us. She is as much a part of the family as I am. Her clothes were strewn over the chair haphazardly, her makeup products were neatly stacked on my dresser, and don't get me started on her shoes.
Pulling the curtains away, I let the sunlight in, directly on her face. This will get her up fast. You, ask why I am mad at her? Simple, she said some stuff last night that I was too coward to admit and now has me thinking about it.
"Close the damn curtains," she turned around and buried her face under the covers, too bad I am going to snatch them away as well.
