C21 Fatimah

"Wake up, Fatimah" My mother patted me. "Get yourself cleaned, breakfast is ready" She uttered heading to the door.

"Mu... m" I yawned stretching up my hands. "So, it's even..." I glanced at the wall clock. "Seven O'clock already?"

"Yes" She smiled and left.

"Dear God" I yawned again as I lazily stood from my bed