"Because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you over again..." blares against my tin stand sounding that slumber is over and it's time to wake up. The vibrations from my phone shake the stand creating an annoying buzzing catastrophe. I grumble. Yank the phone from my charger, turn it off and let it slide from my hand falling on a pair of jeans. I throw the covers over my head. They're fresh from the dryer warm. My toes curl as I stretch my legs further and further outward. Yawns erupt, from my not yet brushed mouth. I reach over my mattress stretching my abdominal muscles stretching them like an over used rubber band. I shake my hair free from a half fallen out pony tail and swing my legs over the edge of my bed. I sit groggily. The sun is shining. I roll my eyes. I hate morning. The cold air greets me with a slap on the face when I open my bedroom door. I step into the bathroom beginning a normal routine. As the cold water from the shower head thrusts upon my scalp it dawns on me. It's Saturday.
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