Your eyes slowly adjust to the sun coming in the window and the sound of your alarm going off fills the room. Before you can move a muscle though, a soft and heavy weight builds on your chest as your alarm starts to wail.
*Click*
"You should call out sick." She says, as your alarm dies down and her hand makes it way through your hair. "You have a much more pressing meeting right here."
BradenGTS
2021-11-02 17:00:53 +0000 UTCGhostmerder
2021-11-02 16:12:08 +0000 UTC