Snippets

Snippet 6 - Fluff

Her phone is blasting music, louder than what she listens to while she's falling asleep, her alarm blaring and trying to full her from her precious sleep. She groans and pulls the thin sheet over her head - though it's really too hot and pulling the sheet up makes her feel a little like she's suffocating. A hand reaches out of the blanket den, feeling around for her phone and silencing it.

Three minutes later, just as she's falling back into her dreams, another alarm goes off. Groaning, she buries her head in her pillow, silencing this alarm as well. Yet again, two minutes after she pulls her arm back under the covers, her third alarm goes off. Thoroughly annoyed with herself for setting so many alarms, she snaps at the alarm, making the same horrid pun she does every morning when this alarm goes off. 'Haan, galat baat hai! Atlu velu utwanu galat baat hai.' she tells it as she silences the song that she had as her alarm just so she could make the bad joke when it plays. The music stops and she sighs, giving up on sleep but not willing to move yet.

'Isn't this the part where you're supposed to say good morning?' asks the familiar voice of her best friend, who is laying next to her, both of them probably having fallen asleep at one of the lulls in their conversation the previous night.

'No, this is the part where I tell my alarms I'm up already, leave me alone.' she grumbles, kicking at the covers to get them off of her, allowing her to breathe again, but not lifting her head from the pillow.

'And who's the genius who set so many alarms?' he questions, teasing lilt in his voice. She turns over to glare at him, blindly reaching out to silence the next alarm at the same time, making him laugh. 'Do you really need so many alarms?'

'Yes.'

'But you always wake up with the first one. And they annoy the crap outta you.' he justifies.

'I know, that's why I actually bother to open my eyes and drag my butt out of bed.' she explains, reaching for her phone and dismissing the rest of the alarms before they can go off.

'Do you really more encouragement than the prospect of a nice cup of tea to get you out of bed?' he jokes, earning an eye roll.

'The thought of tea is what gets me to go downstairs and eat breakfast. The fact that it involves effort means it does very little to actually get me out of bed, unless I have a sore throat.' He nods like that makes perfect sense. 'Now I do want tea though.'

'Then get up.' he laughs.

'But it's effort.' she whines.

'Yaar, I'm starting to get hungry. Get up.' She shakes her head. 'Get up or I will tickle you.' Knowing that's not a joke, she jumps out of bed and is in the bathroom before he can so much swing his legs off the bed.