beep beep beep... beep beep beep...
I ignored the alarm, pressing snooze and desperately trying to ignore the sun shining through the window. All I wanted, more than anything, was to return to the dream I was having.
"Traaaaaacy! Wake up!" my girlfriend, Grace, yelled. I pretended not to hear her and rolled over, hoping the fantasy I was having about my true love would continue.
"Tracy?" she continued to scream, a hint of confusion in her voice. I finally got up, just so her whiny voice would quit attacking my sensitive eardrums.
"Yes, my black queen?" I replied.
"You need to wake up, sweaty! We have to go to Katie Lynn's baby shower," she said.
Ahhhh...Katie Lynn..... My one true love...
"Tracy?" she snapped in my face, "Tracy? Sweaty answer me!"
"Sorry, ebony queen. I was just deep in thought. You know it takes a while for ideas to permeate my fat brain."
"That's okay, my Phat Bicth. Please just get up and get ready for the baby shower."
A part of me felt kind of bad about how excited Grace was about her best friend's baby shower. She definitely won't be this happy when she finds out who the father is.
