Imagine, waking up in the morning, Natasha Beddingfield’s ‘unwritten’ playing in the background, the song that every girl is certain was written about her life. The room is still dark, your bed still warm. Downstairs you can hear the spoons and plates clattering, the perfect background score to the most well written awakening. The “wonderful” smell of the mess coffee drifting upwards, making you want to wake up all the more. You rub your eyes, your hair looks like it has been electrocuted but you don’t know this yet because you haven’t looked in the mirror. You walk towards the door all ready to breathe in the fresh NIT – W air, to have the sun shining on your face. You open the door and take two steps outside…..
“Shit, shit, shit!”
The record in your head comes to an abrupt stop and Natasha Beddingfield’s voice falters as you quickly step back inside your room.
“Damn it, you wake up in the morning and the first thing you see is one of your third year guy seniors.”
Dodo lets out a very sleepy grunt as a display of her sympathy for my predicament. I walk towards the mirror and let out a tiny yelp looking at my own reflection.
“Great I’m Frankenstein’s bride.”
Dodo lifts her head a little, gives me a cheesy smile and with a thump, goes right back to sleep.
I’m pretty sure today is going to be an awesome day. Better tell devil/ angel what happened.
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