Chapter 11

As the morning light softly filtered through the windows, Emily stirred from her slumber on the couch with her ginger hair sprawled on the seat while hugging a pillow. Across the table, Oliver was sprawled on the floor with scattered papers and empty snack packets. Their long-forgotten cold cup of coffee stays still on the table.

Suddenly, Emily's phone alarm pierced the morning air, causing her to jolt awake. With a slight sense of disorientation, she fumbled around, searching for her phone.

"Where did I put it?" Emily muttered to herself, barely opening her eyes.

Her hand shuffled through the papers and discarded items.

Finally, after a moment of frantic searching, Emily spotted her phone wedged between two scattered papers. With a sigh of relief, she silenced the alarm, but as she checked the time, her eyes widened in mild panic. A reminder popped out of her screen.

"Oh shit, I overslept!" Emily exclaimed, shooting up from the couch, a flurry of papers rustling around her.

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