Monday came as fast as the speed of light—that was the exaggerated thought that Winter always has whenever it is Monday and she would never stop thinking of it like that because she hated how the weekend always seemed like an hour while a Monday always seemed like 168 hours. But today, the raven was not loathing Monday as usual as she woke up in the morning with no complaints leaving her mouth.
Noticing how Alice was still in deep sleep on her bed after arriving back in the dormitory last night at 11 p.m., Winter could assume that she had no classes at eight in the morning which made her envy her a bit. Still, the raven already had plans to do that day which was why she was not mad at the thought of the day being Monday and having early morning classes. She almost had the same excitem
