D A I S Y
One knock on the door.
"I am not talking to you." I grumbled, my voice muffled by the blanket cover on my face.
Another knock.
"Asleep." I shouted, a little louder this time.
Third knock and voice of the door opening. I groaned. I should really begin locking my room door.
Having no other option, I put the blanket off my face and leaned upright to see my brother standing on the door frame. "My room," I huffed.
"My house." He smirked.
I rolled my voice. "What do you want, Cole?"
"What do you want, Dais?" He emphasised on the word 'you' as he stepped inside uninvited, walking closer to the bed.
"To sleep," I answered in a duh tone, "You know.. how normal people do at 3 A.M."
"It's actually nearly 4 now." He replied.
I huffed again. "Another reason to retire to bed. Good
