But these are days we dream about,
when the sunlight paints us gold.
***
"Lexie, hey Lexie."
I groan softly, digging myself deeper in bed as I try to fight off the voice that is calling for me to wake up. Suddenly I'm thrown to the side, the blankets violently ripped away from me. "Get up Lexie." I open my eyes to see Atlas there, standing over me. "Atlas, it's," I gasp looking at the clock next to me, "It's almost 5:30 in the morning Atlas."
"I know. Now get up."
I stare at him a few seconds more before sighing and getting out of the bed. He sits down, crossing his arms as I stand there, confused. I hold out my arms, "Now what?"
He gives me a disbelieving face, "Get dressed."
I sigh and repress my groan, picking at random a black and white stripped dress with a red belt to match
