Roman Holiday

Lauren

"Wake up, Lauren," I hear my mom's voice from above me. So soft and forgiving. But will she forgive me if I don't get out of bed?

"Whyyyyyyy?" I moan quietly, stuffing my face into a pillow.

"You have to train yourself for school. It starts in less than two weeks.

"Noooooooooo," I'm burying myself in the covers. I can't possibly get out. It's too comfortable. 

I can't see my mom because I'm squinting, but I can tell she's rolling her eyes. It's an eye roll that you feel deep in your soul. "Alright, baby, but I'm not waking you up for school."

I smile cutely and bat my eyes, "Thanks. I know you will."

I honestly think there's nothing more comfortable than being in fluffy white sheets as the sun comes through the blinds in the morning. I twist my hand out in the strips of gold sun and smile. Mostly because I know I texted Normani last night and put down my phone so I couldn't see the reply. I sit up in my pajamas, an oversized men's shirt, and reach out for my phone. Yes!

L: I gotta go to sleep lol good night (12:48 am)

N: Night! (12:49 am)

Well, it's basically nothing, but at least she didn't blow me off completely. Should I text her good morning?

L: Ang. Should I text Normani good morning?

A: go away pls

L: I'm serious!!!

A: Sure

I do it. It feels good. 

My mom has already left the house for whatever and everybody else is still sleeping. That means there's nobody to boss around to make me food. I have butter toast and orange juice and wait for Normani to text back. Is this what my life is now? Am I just going to wait for her? No. She should be waiting for me. I throw my phone at the couch and shove my face down into the pillow.

"Uh...Lauren?" My brother Mile taps me on the back.

"GO AWAY," I cry out in despair.

"Please get off the couch.

"Michael, I'm dying."