>Mallory
"I said, wake up!" I heard a shout.
The voice cut through the fog in my mind like a blade, dragging me upward from the heavy warmth of sleep.
Is it a dream?
My thoughts floated sluggishly, refusing to connect.
I don't understand, but I've been sleeping a lot lately. My body felt like it was always tired and groggy. I hate it. I wanna sleep more. My limbs felt like sandbags, sinking deeper into the thin mattress as I tried to burrow my face into the pillow.
I gasped when a cold liquid splashed in my face. Ice-cold water dripped down my chin and into my collar as I jolted upright. The head maid stood over me, blocking the light, a deep scowl carved into her face.
Her eyes were glaring at me, and in her hand was a silver basin. She held it with a tight, almost triumphant grip, water still sliding down its rim.
"Madame told me to wake you up and get you dressed!" There is an annoyance in her voice that she never even bothered to hide.
"Why?!" I shot back.
