“Get up, Skylar!” I hear Rosa’s booming voice through the massive wooden door.
“Ugh” I groan as loudly as possible, pulling the numerous fluffy pillows over my head.
I’m with Rosa, says Petra. She’s so smug, just like Rosa, it's no wonder they gang up on me. I roll my eyes, not that anyone can see when I’m buried under a pile of down feather pillows and covers.
“Fine,” I shout, sitting up reluctantly. I stretch, sigh, and rub my neck before I get up and I drag my feet over to the door to let Rosa in. “You are so annoying!” I say.
“I know,” she says with a cheerful smile. “Where’s my early morning Skylar? You haven’t been doing your ‘up with the sun’ routine since we left the packhouse!”
“I’m not tired, I’m mentally exhausted,” I reply, “Suddenly I know why you hate early mornings so m
