#Chapter297
Bonus
Charlotte and Aspen-03
A Few Weeks Before Aspen's Death.
I jump up in bed, feeling a sheen layer of sweat coating my body.
What time is it?
I glance over at my bedside table, the glowing letters appearing indecipherably blurry.
Wha-
Oh, right!
I wear glasses.
I blindly reach over and grab the glasses, sliding them over my eyes.
Ugh!
I ignore the thin layer of grease on them as I glance back over towards digital clock.
Six twenty-eight in the morning, it read.
Great!
I flop back down in bed.
Now that I am completely awake I cannot go back to sleep.
I silently stare up at the ceiling for a few seconds, contemplating whether to force myself to go back to sleep or go downstairs and make breakfast.
I am especially craving a whole buffet menu for breakfast.
I am immediately interrupted by my thoughts when my stomach growls rather loudly.
