I woke up a daze. My vision was cloudy and my eyelids felt heavy under the morning sun.
Forcing my forest-green eyes open, I stared at the bland ceiling above me. Old stickers spotted the ceiling ranging from fish, to princesses, to stars; evidence from past phases in my uneventful childhood.
My giant quilt that normally lay across my bed was half-covering my body, half-slouched on the wooden floor.
One of my legs were bare, out in the open, covered only by a small pair of shorts that I bought two years ago.
I threw the remaining half of my quilt off me, causing it to slide over the edge of the bed, landing in a heap on the floor. I huffed a sigh as I stumbled off the expensive mattress that sat on my canopy bed frame. Jos can fix it later.