Breakfast

~Daciana~

“…Baby, I like your style! Grips on your waist. Front way, back way…”

It was another day to be woken up by the extremely loud music coming from Prince Randall’s room.

“Argh!” I groaned, clamping my ears with the pillows. My head was hurting so bad and the music wasn’t helping at all.

As I sat up, I grabbed my head in my hand. It felt too heavy for my neck to carry. The room seemed to be spinning and my throat felt so dry.

But above all these, I needed that music to stop! I wasn’t in the mood to start a conversation with him, so I thought of the best thing I could do, and that was to go to my mother.

Sluggishly, I made my way out of the bed. I put on my fluffy slippers and dragged my feet on the floor as I headed out of my room.

I could barely open my eyes properly. While I walked down the hallway, I realized I was in my nightgown.

‘When did I get out of these?’ I pondered, but the pain in my head couldn’t make me think for long. I just wanted to feel better, and movi