I wake up to an insistent knock on my door, and the light coming in from the windows in the room nearly blinds me.

“Selena, good morning! It’s time to leave now.” It isn't a question. I open the bedroom door looking like a zombie because of my scrunched-up face.

“Good morning, ma crushed face.” Sophia laughs in my face. She is beautiful; all made up this time of morning...Wait, what time is it?

“Good morning, lady diva.” I ask, “What time is it?”

“It's nine-thirty. Let's enjoy the day since you're here,” she suggests while I rub my eyes.

“Ok, can I get ready or would you prefer that...