Get up

I open my eyes...

Get up? Well, yeah, I suppose I should. In fact, that's exactly what I told myself I would do last night as I went to bed! So, yeah, good for me!

I roll back over and push the covers back off myself and swing my legs out of bed. The cold hits me. Okay, it's not actually that cold, but I'm not a big fan of even mildly cold weather and it's early autumn in Scotland, not exactly the warmest place! I idly wonder if it's already time to start wearing my winter pj's rather than just this large tshirt and panties.

I stand up and walk to the sink in my room. I throw some freezing cold water on my face and rub my eyes before looking in the mirror. My blonde hair is tied in a rough braid, with lose hairs sticking out and there are pale bags under my eyes. I know that I don't really take care of my appearance that much. Don't get me wrong, I can make myself look pretty presentable, hey, maybe even good, if I try, but why would I bother just for going to lectures! Besides, that takes far longer than the 10-15 minutes I usually leave myself to get ready!

I brush my teeth and take a swig of mouthwash and as I slosh that round my mouth I undo my braid. Since I got up straight away I've got time for a shower and to brush my hair out! I chuckle at the thought that that's the extent of my getting ready and that my mum probably would roll her eyes, if she didn't know that would get a sharp quip out of me that neither of us really want!

My still half-asleep mind is wandering like this when I hear that voice again, calm, cold, distant and insistent....