Just Breathe

Chapter 6 | Shit, you again?

"Wakey wakey," A weird voice sounds somewhere inside my head.

I can't tell if I'm dreaming or if someone is trying to wake me up, but I sure as hell hope it's not the latter, cause even if my brain is not quite working right now, I can tell my eyes are as heavy as an African Elephant and I bet they won't open even if I want them to, which I don't.

"Cassie, wake up," The same voice says, more demanding this time. That's when I realise I'm not dreaming and that's not some fairy who's trying to wake me up because she wants me to go with her on a fun adventure to Wonderland; it's sadly just my mom.

Maybe if I ignore her she'll go away?

"Come on Cass, I know you can hear me," She continues with a small laugh. "It's time for you to wake up."

I really doubt that, I think sleep isn't supposed to be interrupted and there is no such thing as 'time to wake up', especially on holidays, but I can see that my mom and I share different opinions on this.

Somehow I know she won't leave until my eyes are wide open and I'm standing on my feet, so I groan loudly in protest and pull my thin blanket over my head. I know it's summer and all and it's weird for me to be sleeping with a blanket, but some nights are surprisingly cold here.

"You had enough sleep, young lady," My mom says, surprisingly not seeming mad or annoyed by me.

"I really beg to differ," I inform her, my head being still under the cover and my eyes still closed. "What time is it anyway?" I curiously ask.

"It's 3:23 PM, Sleeping Beauty," She responds laughing.

"W-What?" I question, but I definitely heard what she said.

I uncover my face and open my eyes, but I immediately regret doing that. The light is way too bright and I feel tears starting to form in my eyes already. If that wasn't enough, I have this feeling that I'm going to puke really soon because the whole room is spinning. I even get the impression that my bed is spinning with me and right now I feel like Aladdin on his magic carpet. Let me tell you, it's not a pleasant feeling. At all.

I close my eyes, hoping that it will make it go away, but all it does is transforming the spinning into fireworks. I think I can see Batman, but it's probably just my mind which is playing tricks.

"I have this incredible head, stomach and well, I think body ache so can I please go back to sleep?" I beg my mom, hoping that she's being the cool mother today and she'll leave me alone.

"No, definitely not," She tells me, and all my wishes and dreams are ruined within seconds.

"But why not? Can't you see I'm sick?" I continue, trying to make her let me sleep at least one more hour, but I doubt she will because my mom is really stubborn like that.

"I can see that Cassidy, I have eyes you know?" She rhetorically asks. I would roll my eyes right now, but since I can't really do that I just do nothing.

"But weren't you expecting it?"

"Expect what? Cause my period ended a week ago," I randomly inform her. I'm still keeping my eyes closed, not having the courage to open them. New Year's Eve seems to be almost over, cause the fireworks aren't as many as they were three minutes ago, and that's a good thing I suppose.

"Sweetie, I'm not talking about period, I'm talking about the sickness," She tells me chuckling. Of course she is!

"Oh, right, I knew that," I assure her, trying to keep my tone cool.

"I bet you did," She jokingly responds, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Anyway, why should I expect the sickness?" I continue, changing the subject.