Thirteen [Dear Kitchen]

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I'm not a morning person, i decide. But then again, who's a morning person when you only slept at three am? No one? Exactly.

I groan as i reach for my phone at the bedside table because it has been ringing for the past five minutes, and its annoying as a cake with no frosting. And believe me, its annoying.

"Hello?" I grunt.

"Could you not ignore my messages?! I've been texting you non stop since early eight today, and you haven't replied to a single message!" I recognize the voice coming from no other than my bestfriend, Lilly.

"Lilly?"

"Yes its me! You dumbass!" Remind me to distance myself from the phone whenever Lilly calls, okay? She's so loud.

"Hey, hey, no diss." I scold as i sit up on my bed, my legs crossed.

"Just check your messages. Toodles!" And she hangs up.

Number one rule when calling Lilly: She should be the one who hangs up, or else you're done.

Yawning and scratching my messy mop of white hair, i shudder from the cold.

Fortunately, my room have its own chimney. (But that doesn't mean that my room is cosy warm)

I, obeying Lilly, check my phone and there are tons of unread messages.

'Hey Stranger!'-Lilly

'Asleep?'-Lilly

'How's Caiwood?'-Lilly

'Say hi to Olivia Henson for me!'-Lilly

'Ooh, and to Mr. And Mrs. Henson too!'-Lilly

'This is becoming a monologue...'-Lilly

'Yes, a monologue indeed.'-Lilly

'Are you still alive?'-Lilly

'At least haunt me if you're dead. :/'-Lilly

I shook my head and reply,

'Alive :D'-Me

I also received messages from Jale.

'I don't know anyone here anymore...'-Jake

'I have no one to hang out with :('-Jake

'Can i pick you up later?'-Jake

'If its okay with you.'-Jake

'Hey?'-Jake

'At three? :D'-Jake

'Okay, so how about four?'-Jake

'Four then ;)'-Jake

I look up to the corner of my phone's screen to see that its already four forty-five.

Gosh, did i really sleep for almost fourteen hours? Well, i guess travelling for ten hours and sleeping in at only three am last night--i mean, earlier this morning--is enough for me to have my fair share of sleep.

I stood up and shiver at the cold temp that hit my body, i reach for my thick blanket and use it like a cloak as i slip in my foot inside my fluffy pair of slippers.

I walk out of my room and down the stairs slowly. I'm really hungry, i haven't eaten breakfast and lunch.

Head for the kitchen and search the drawers for anything edible to satisfy my stomach since i'm too lazy to cook.

I found a cereal box and made myself some cereal and i also grab a nutrigrain bar.

I walk out the kitchen deciding that i want to snuggle in my bed while eating.

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