Enchanted P.JM

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You tiptoe out of your room hoping to get some coffee before WWIII starts. You woke up groggy and worn out. After successfully sneaking into your room last night, you took a quick shower putting on a large sweatshirt.

It was already 2 am when you finally crawled into bed, but the rest of the night was filled with random thoughts that keep you up. You would always look over at the clock on your nightstand remembering the time another weird thought popped into your head.

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Do fish ever get thirsty?
2:45 am

I like big butts and I cannot lie. Them other brothers can't deny. When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face you get SPRUNG~
3:15 am

How many licks does it take to get to the center of the tootsie pop... One a twoooh...
3:30 am

If I were invisible could I actually avoid my problems? Because like if they can't see me then they don't exist right? They will go away... RIght?
4:30 am
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Okay! I need to sleep now!

You fell asleep soon after around 6 only to have your internal clock wake you up at 7. You could swear that your brain had a mind of its own.

"Kim Y/n where the fuck, were you?" Your mother says stomping into the kitchen and helping herself to the freshly made coffee.

"Mother it's too early for this. You are giving me a headache please just lower your voice. Also, you don't want to wake up Mark we both know it won't end well."

She glares at you not understanding how someone can have an attitude so early in the morning.

"I swear the only thing your good for is making coffee." You roll your eyes sitting down on one of the kitchen stools. "Please hurry up and yell at me I have things to get to."

"I don't know how many times I can say the same thing. You live here you follow my rules. You move out you get cut off that's the end of the story. You better clean up your act no one wants a bitch as a girlfriend sweetie~." She walks out of the kitchen and you bang your head on the counter holding in your screams.

After getting dressed for the day you decide to head over to your dad's flower shop in the district just to visit and maybe complain a little. "But dad she's being unfair! I'm 23, not 3. I can take care of myself."

"I know pumpkin. She just means well, I've tried but we both know she can't be changed."

"Oh yeah calling me a bitch is a really great way to take care of your daughter. Can't you talk to her? Tell her I'm grown."

Your dad sighs as he's making a few flower arrangements for the Royal family. They usually order flowers from the shop in the city but an employee said that they were out of stock of the daisies they wanted for the arrangement.

"Honey watch your language please." You open your mouth to say something but he cuts you off rising his hand. "Yes I know 'it's her language and you only repeat it to get the full effect' but still."

"I don't want to live off you guys but last time I had a job she made me 'quit'. Her connections are truly scary you know."

"Just try with her. I'm not suggesting anything because I love my wife but... just avoid her at all costs. I have to get to the city to check inventory." He walks to the back leaving someone in charge while he puts his jacket on walking you back home.