Narrator's pov
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"I take back everything I said, this bitch is ANNOYING" Kate hissed as she clamped her palms over her ear
The bass of the speakers blasted through the entire house and shook the walls like it was paper. Kate was pulled out of her sleep by the one and only Autumn blasting music early in the goddamned morning
"Autumn!" she yelled but there was no response
I mean, obviously Kate. There's music playing
The brunette groaned when she realized she had to peel herself out of bed just to tell her annoying ass roommate to turn the damn music down
Don't call the cops, just call us
The brunette lifted the covers off her body and lazily made her way towards the door, stumbling and leaning to the side since her vision was still blurry
"AUTUMN" Kate yelled when she reached the door, watching the raven hair girl lean against her own doorframe with what smirked
It was as if she was doing it on purpose
"What?" the actress asked
"Turn it down!"
"Why?" She pouted
"BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP"
"We have to go into the studio, I like to be early" Autumn smirked
"WOULD YOU JUST TURN THE DAMN MUSIC DOWN"
"no"
"Thank yo- WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO!?"
"no means no. Have you never had rejection in your life Ms Wilson?" The girl teased
"What the- Just. Turn. It. Down"
"Say please"
"I'm not saying please, what the hell"
"Say please" She smiled
"Autumn!"
"Oh gosh, you're no fun. Just a lame ass" Autumn rolled her eyes and walked back into her room, leaving the sleep deprived brunette in the hallway alone
The music died down and Kate's heart finally returned to normal without the pounding in her brain.
The brunette lazily made her way back into her room and tossed herself onto her bed, desperately hoping that the sleepy trance she was in would continue so she could fall back into her dream
But as usual, they fail and all that was left was a sleepy Kate wrapped up in sheets and an annoying roommate who she wanted to strangle
The curtains add an orange glow to the morning light, every morning a perfect sunrise. It reminds Kate of of the times she slept in a beach hut, watching the ocean emerge under the golden shimmer. For a moment her mind conjured the rhythmic waves, soft on the sandy shore and felt her heart beat to the same slow pace.
She breathed in deeply. A new day had begun, day two of being in the new house. She reached her had out to the fabric, noticing how up close the light poured through every open space between fibres, no different from how it once came through like a beach-hut walls, illuminating like brilliant fire-flies each dawn.
The material was warm beneath her fingers which was far different the cold temperatures of last night and when the sun flooded the room, painting the colours anew, she felt a little of those golden rays soak into her skin
