Falling Feathers Chapter 3
Chapter 3: To The DWMA
An alarm clock was buzzing, but the tired hand extending from under a pile of twisted sheets could not seem to find it, instead it only knocked over a wooden bank on the nightstand and a bottle of water that bounced on the wooden floor once before rolling under the bed and beginning to leak.
"Ah " murmured a female voice hitting the side of the bed in frustration, "Why ?"
The shape under the blankets did not move for a moment as she tried to block out the constant buzz of the clock and the trickling of the water as it ran between the wooden floorboards but was too much to ignore.
She was just about to rise from the blankets when something small and heavy jumped onto the bed and on her outstretched arm under the covers.
"Ah-ha-ah!" the figured moaned as the thing that jumped onto her began to shout something at her.
"Come on! Come on! Get up!" shouted a small girl only about ten with short black hair tied up into two buns on either s