C41 Forty One

"Happy Thanksgiving!" Olivia shouts through the phone and I see her smiling face.

"Hey! What are you doing awake? It's like..." I look over at the clock on my Grandmothers wall, 9:00am, "6:00am by you, since when do you not take advantage of sleeping in?"

"Is it so wrong to want to get up early and be productive every once in a while?" She asks, brushing her wet hair