Elizabeth's POV 1
What on earth is that racket? Laying in bed I am cast out of my dreamworld into a panic of fluster. One in which I fall out of my oversized reading chair,smacking my head on the hard wooden floor boards. My Sherpa blanket has now pooled on top of my head like a beautiful white turban. Stretching my arms up I feel for the arm of the chair to hoist myself from the floor. I think to myself "I must have passed out while reading again".
Making my way to the kitchen I grab a kettle and put the rap on filling it to the brim. I can barely see anything I have to stop myself from doing this night after night. I'm literally exhausted from my life. I grab the bag of coffee to ready it for the steeping process, and nearly drop my cup when I hear another loud thud. For the love of god what is happening here, argh.
Mornings I have a ritual of sitting on my front deck with a book and some coffee in hand. It's what I enjoy the most about the coming day. I have a beautiful rocking chair to which I owe many a beautiful mornings Bliss to. I set my mug on my wooden table after inhaling a large sip and smelling the bitter roast of energy.
It was then that the fury started burning behind my eyes, what do I see? A giant log cabin staring back at me. Right in my view of the mountain ridge, like a sculpture of all the beauty it surely destroyed from the earth. Son ... of ... beach!
They cannot be serious with the size of this monstrosity! I remind myself that after breakfast I will March right up there and ask them what stupid thought had added to this grand idea. I prepared my eggs and toast faster than every today, and I barely tasted them. All I could sense was my growing anger and disappointment.
I trample through the snow like an angry dash beast, cursing this persons home all the way to the bottom of a very long obnoxious driveway. These people are so preposterous they have made the entire front of this monstrosity glass. So they can have a view, whilst single structure lay to ruin my own. How pretentious can one family be it is larger than a fricken museum!
Standing on the side I spot a group of construction workers in hard hats.
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