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~Rosie
A knock on the door wakes me.
I barely have enough time to force my eyes open before Time glides into my room. He tugs the curtains open swiftly, allowing the light to stream right into my heavy eyes. It has to be some ungodly hour of the morning, considering how much my body protests. Plastering my sheets to my chest, I sit up, shielding my hands up against the light.
“I apologise about the rude awakening, however, we have places to be this morning,” Time comments, standing at the foot of my bed, looking down at me impatiently. I grit my teeth, narrowing my eyes on him. Who knows what I could have been doing in here, and he just waltzed I’m in…
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