Colorblind [h.s]

10

I wake up in my bed feeling a bit out of it. I think the sleeping pill Liam slipped me is still in my system or something even though it's been over 24 hours. I'm still so groggy.

It could either be that or the fact that it's 6:00 in the morning and I can't fall back asleep. I guess it's fine considering I have an 8:00am class, but I'd like to have slept another hour like I usually do.

I decide to use my time to take a quick shower, making sure to open my bedroom door extra quietly so that I don't wake anyone up, primarily Bella. She is not a morning person. I accidentally woke her up before 10am one time and got a 35 minute lecture on beauty sleep and how I should look into it. So that was fun.

We have two bathrooms in our apartment, and Caroline and I share one while Avery, Lilian, and Bella share the other. The fact that Bella's okay with sharing a bathroom with two other people is beyond me. I half expected her to make four of us share one so she could have her own when we moved in together.

I turn on the faucet all the way to the left, in desperate need of a hot shower. My shoulders feel tense and my entire body is overall strained from the weekend.

The water feels so good I swear I can actually feel it relieve the tension.

When I finally get out, I immediately change into my fuzzy robe and put my hair into a towel after combing through it. I moisturize my face and body and then head to the kitchen in my slippers to make a pot of coffee.

I pour myself a cup and settle on eggs and toast for breakfast. I'm not usually starving this early in the morning, but ever since my stomach growled insanely loudly in one of my classes freshman year when I skipped breakfast, I refuse to leave the apartment on an empty stomach.

After I eat and put my dishes away, my coffee and I head back into my room to get ready.

I blowdry my hair and change into gray sweat shorts and a navy blue Sublime shirt. I don't really listen to them a whole lot, but Santeria is one of my favorite songs, so I feel justified advertising them from time to time. I put on white sneakers, grab my backpack, and am out the door by 7:30, the time I usually leave.

It feels good to be so prepared for the day, unlike my usual routine of waking up violently hungover and trying not to hurl on the way there.

Thank you, scary drug dealers, for making sure I get my beauty sleep.

On my walk to class, I decide to stop at the new coffee shop on campus that's a few blocks away from the building I have my business analytics lecture in.

While I'm not tired enough to need more coffee already, it's probably a good idea to stay fueled today with the amount of studying I still have to do for my upcoming final, considering I didn't study nearly as much this weekend as I'd planned to.

The smell of coffee fills my nose as I walk up to the counter to order.

"What can I get you, dear?" the elderly woman behind the register asks.

"Could I get a large cold brew with hazelnut creamer?" I smile.

"Of course, darling. Coming right up. That'll be $3.32."

I look in my wallet for some cash, as I'm hesitant to use my debit card. My bank account is linked to my Mom's, and I don't need her scolding me for buying a $3 coffee - even though it's a large and way cheaper than Starbucks. I mean, $3 for a large? Come on.

As I dig in my wallet for some cash, I quickly learn that I don't have anything but the $100 I made from fake-selling cocaine.

Great.