Twenty four: He appeared

The beam of the sun sent a knock on my head, slowly jerking me from my sleep world. Tired, I threw a pillow over my head, grunting under it. I still had to sleep so badly. This should be about five in the morning, so how the heck was the sun up now?

"Mommy," I mumbled, half asleep, squeezing my face, grunting further. 

"Yo baby!" A voice cried. I could hear the person, but the sound was faint. "You don't wanna miss your first day, do you?"

I hissed, pressed the pillow against my left ear, digging more into the bed. "Go 'way. I need some rest."

"Fine!" The person snarled. "Rest all you want, ok? But ensure to remember I tried waking you up. If you blame me later, I'm gonna smash your boobs."

Wait, what did she mean? What was I to remember? Was there some kind of—

"Oh my gosh!" I flung the pillow from my head, sat up quickly, blinking like a confused