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A SOFT BUZZ BENEATH Viola Lancaster's pillow slowly wakes her from her deep slumber. She grumbles and groans tiredly, rubbing at her burning eyes as she lets out a silent yawn, stretching her arms far above her head and into the wooden headboard that her bed sits against. She scavenges for her mobile phone hidden underneath her plush pillow, rolling over with a sigh, the bright light of her screen emanating through the quiet darkness of her bedroom. The morning sun seeps through the shutters covering her window, sending a warm stream of sun onto the duvet of her bed on this quiet autumn morning.
Viola notices the time and squeals childishly, convincing herself that she has a few more minutes to lie in the warmth of her bed sheets before getting up for the school day. She opens the unknown message that had interrupted her comfortable sleep, furrowing her brows at the culprit.
sorry, i think you have the wrong number [7:16am]
Viola purses her lips and waits for a reply, questions burning in her exhausted mind.
hi beautiful [7:19am]
you already said that [7:19am]
i thought you might've wanted to read it again [7:22am]
