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Starley's POV

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"Shut up." I mumbled against my pillow, wanting my phone to stop ringing.

5 more minutes.

Wouldn't it be just lovely for the world to do me a favour and just destroy the oh so amazing person of thy alarm? Like, who the heck likes the alarm in the morning? Even after being a survivor to the trauma after all these years, the alarm sound still haunts me to this day.

Even my sleep paralysis demon ran away from my house because of it. So no, fuck the world and fuck work, sleep is my priority and nothing else. And yes, this bed is my only lover because no one will ever understand how much I'm enamoured to my blankets and pillows.

This endless emotion of mirth I feel after bathing into its mattress as it embraces me in its sheets is what I live for.

If someone even has the audacity to fight me in that, you're unworthy of the rewards termed as 'slumber.'

Tossing and turning in the same position after facing away from my nightstand was treated as my secret getaway to my torture. Since I was completely bold enough to be unbothered about my surroundings and loved to push away my responsibilities, I sought to seek the amazing endorphins from my body because of additional rest.

After the phone stopped ringing, I smiled to myself in victory, immediately saying goodnight to myself and the 23 voices in my head and going back to slee—

But then it started to ring again.

This son of a gun.

Oh breadsticks.

Adorning a grimace on my face and turning back around for the umpteenth time, I made me phone stop ringing with the merciless tap of my vicious finger tip, and faced the other side, to get some peace for myself.

And ooo la la lads, guess what happens next.

It rang again.

For God's sake.

Why is the universe against me?

Can't I just happily dream about aliens abducting me in harmony?

I should start manifesting that.

Hah.

I profusely grumbled profanities under my breath after being delighted interrupted for the third time already while scratching an itch of frustration on my scalp, and finally got up on my butt, grabbing my phone without checking what's going on, and picked it up because this time my phone was actually ringing without blasting with the alarm noise.

"Hello?" I said while yawning and rubbing my eyes.

"STARLEY QUINN!" I suddenly heard the distant voice of one of the people who would be known to be too dear to me, but who also currently sounded like she was going to go on a killing spree with a chainsaw as her weapon, making me widen my eyes after realising I had recognised Belle's voice scream from the other line, waking me up instantly.