Due to the situation last night, Paige wasn't able to retire to bed early. She groggily opened her eyes to the incessant ringing of her doorbell, like a sledgehammer shattering the peaceful morning calm.
Groggy and disoriented, she stumbled out of bed, her mind foggy from the lack of sleep. Who could be bothering her at this ungodly hour? She staggered to her phone, which was charging on her nightstand.
Paige's hair was a tangled mess, with strands sticking out in every direction. Her eyes were puffy and half-open, with a faint glaze of sleep still clouding them. As she swiped to open the doorbell camera app. The live feed showed a man in uniform, standing on her porch, looking like he'd been up for hours.
Taking a critical look, she noticed it was a delivery person holding a large bouquet of flowers and a small package. "How may I help you?" Paige demanded, trying to hide the sleep from her voice.
