C22 She sounded like Rose...

Faint voices coming from the living room strayed towards her hearing and Cindy could not help but smuggle against her pillow feeling reluctant to get up from bed. She was laying on her stomach with her hands stretched across the bed, her phone in hand.

In the end, she opened her eyes lazily and yawned. Then she pulled her phone closer to see it was 8:30 am already.

“Arrgghhh