Wrong Side Of Bed

(Cell phone vibrating on nightstand)

An arm crawled out, reaching from a darkened cave, within a mountain of neon pink blankets. 

The phone continued to vibrate, slowly sliding across an embroidered cloth_ draping over a wooden nightstand. Ultimately falling_ landing on a white, shag rug. The thud from the fall, seemed to have awakened a mummy buried in plush.

Revealed to be teenage girl, frantically tossing her blankets aside, eager to get to her phone.

“Oh my gosh, please don’t be ruined! _ I just got you,” she exclaimed.

Quickly, she notices it facing down on the rug. Struggling to reach for it, she loses balance. Her face greeted by the nightstand on the way to meet the floor. As she now lay in agony, cradling her face, the phone began vibrating again.

“Ughh,’’ she groaned, kicking her phone away.

It hit against the bedroom door, being opened by her older brother.

He notices she is not in bed, then hears her groaning still in pain.

“Maliyah are you ok?”

“Yea, I guess I’m clumsy today,” she answered.

He then begins to make his way further into her room, “Where are you sis?”

Maliyah slowly stood up, holding her forehead, “Zavian be honest, is it bad?”, she then proceeds to show her brother.

“Now? Yes… But... we have ice,” he said.

Maliyah then sighed, “Ugh Good Morning bro.”