It was early in the morning.
The sun was bright already and Eva couldn't help but waking up.
How annoying!
It was only 6AM and determined to not get up, Eva grabs one of her two pillows and sandwiches her head in between them. Hoping this would block the sunlight- given her missing curtains.
In a few minutes, Eva manages to relax once again, almost melding with her battle-worn blankets.
One foot poking out trying to balance the volcanic heat, while having 3 layers of said blankets over the rest of her body.
What a dumbo.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 7:33 AM UTC
It was early in the morning.
The sun was bright already and Eva couldn't help but waking up.
How annoying!
It was only 6AM and determined to not get up, Eva grabs one of her two pillows and sandwiches her head in between them. Hoping this would block the sunlight- given her missing curtains.
In a few minutes, Eva manages to relax once again, almost melding with her battle-worn blankets.
One foot poking out trying to balance the volcanic heat, while having 3 layers of said blankets over the rest of her body.
What a dumbo.
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