Bacon was cooking on the stove and a plate of sunny side up eggs stared back at Sandy. She literally has her eyes half-closed but Bommi dragged her off the bed at eight o’clock in the morning. A mug of steaming coffee appeared beside her left elbow, courtesy of Bommi.
Bommi’s red hair was up in an apple bun, her bright eyes looking much more alive compared to her bleary ones. Though she was done brushing her teeth, she couldn’t shake herself fully awake.
“Eat. The bacon’s almost ready,” Bommi ordered.
Bommi sauntered towards the stovetop and flipped the bacon over. The sizzling sound did nothing to wake Sandy up though. The smell was heavenly but they weren’t enough to kick her out of a sleep-induced coma. She yawned, one hand over her mouth while the other went scratching on that itch
