Kyle
“Baby…wake up,” I nudged and shook El’s shoulder as I tried to wake her up. I’d been up since six in the morning, and it was already quarter-past seven. I was almost ready for work, but the sleepyhead young lady was still on the bed, curling like a ball.
“Stop…Let me sleep,” Elisha grumbled, clutching the comforter tighter.
“It’s already late, and it’s Monday. Your shift will start in less than one hour,” I sat on the space beside her. “Are you going to work or not?” I asked, brushing her loose hair away from her face.
“No… I am not feeling well,” El replied, “I already told Flo that if I didn’t show up today, that meant I was sick,” she murmured.
“What do you mean you’re sick?” I concernedly asked. El was totally fine yesterday. She even took three naps since we stayed all da
