Concentrate

“It’s almost noon Hayley, you don’t have to over do it,” I heard Lance say to me as if I was up already.

“Oh really,” I muttered, shuffling around the bed to get right up. It probably was way past my time to sleep in like that.

My body felt like it needed sleep and it was good. I remembered sleeping off in his arms the other night in the living room. And I also remembered him carrying down to the room to sleep on the bed with him holding me.

It was the perfect fantasy and I think I deserved every bit of happiness I was receiving.

“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes to wipe off the sleep in them. Although useless, I still tried.

“It’s past twelve Hayley, get up,” he rolled his eyes, dragging the sheets out of my body.

Grumbling, I moved out of the bed. Walking over to the mirror to look at my bed hair. It was the most horrible sight, I pitied that Lance had to see me like that everyday of his entire life.

“Will you get dressed, we have to continue our normal lives now. Y