Elena's POV
A yawn escaped my lips as I pulled my body from its sleeping position. My mind felt quite rested, but my body protested, begging for a few more minutes of sleep.
A smile played at the corners of my lips, recalling the previous night's events.
Jane and I sneaked in long past three this morning, dead tired and hungry.
Jane had emptied the kitchen's fridge on the kitchen counter, and between giggles and laughter, we started to build a massive sandwich to ease our hunger...
We ended up on the kitchen floor with a bucket of strawberry ice cream.
If it wasn't for Dad finding us, we most probably would have fallen asleep on the kitchen floor with the bucket of ice cream between us.
At least Dad wasn't angry at us. On the contrary, he took photos as proof of our silliness.
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