The next morning, Annalise woke up with a splitting headache and Greta's screeching.
"Daii!! Annalise, look at the time." And she yanked the covers off her body. The first thing that slapped into her skin was the cold and then the headache - maddening, blinding.
"God, Greta!" she groaned, rolling over and wrapping her arms around her head.
"It is past 10, Annalise, look, you can see the sun," she said, marching toward the window to pull apart the curtains.
Annalise groaned yet again, "why are you being so loud?"
Greta turned sharply to her with her hands placed on her waist. "Because you're sleeping in and look, there's some cold breakfast lying here so get up, eat and have a bath."
"I don't want to, my head is killing." She cried burying her face deep into the pillow. It felt like she was being smacked over and over with a brick.
