Morning is a bitch. Last night, I thought there’s nothing worse than falling asleep crying. I stand corrected. There’s nothing worse than falling asleep crying and waking up to blinding daylight. Who forgot to shut the blinds? Me. Who fell asleep crying? Me again. Who suffered the consequences? I hate myself. Not only am I going to look like shit today, I’m also going to feel like shit as well. Wonderful. Absolutely fucking wonderful. I groan, flicking my tail over my eyes, but it only delays the inevitable. I glare at the cloudless blue sky. Oh, of course, it’s just a beautiful, cheery fucking day already. My phone starts to vibrate along with my stupid ringtone and I curse Lady Luck for not having my back. Shifting back to my human form, I don’t even care that I’m stark naked, lying across my mattress in front of a window. If some peeping tom can see me all the way up here, good riddance to them. I reach for my phone, accept the phone call, and put the fucker on speaker. “
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