A15: I'm not That One, But This One

“Barbara!”

Sunlight peered in from the ventilation gap above my window. A knock on the door woke me. I stretch like a lazy cat. I looked at the watch that was past fifteen minutes past eight.

“Wait a minute!” I said hoarsely.

A knock was no longer heard, but because of that, I froze. I turned quickly toward the door. No doubt, that was my mother's voice!

I got up in a hurry and ran to the bathroom connected to my room. I showered as fast as I could with my heart beating fast again. My heart returned to feeling full of anticipation.

After about fifteen minutes, I was standing in casual clothes and a simple brush. I did not forget to use cherry flavored lip balm. My long, curly hair is still half-wet. However, I do not have time to dry it using a blow dryer.

Feeling like the one you were going out on a date would be embarrassing enough without having to maximize it.

I took a deep breath and opened the door to my