Dreams Stolen at Mustang Creek

Chapter Two

PRESENT TIME

LILAH

M y hand reaches out of my covers at literally the same time the alarm rings. I turn it off and bring the phone into the bed with me, curling into a ball for a second before blinking my eyes open. Looking out of the window, I see the sun slowly creeping over the skyline. “Up and at ’em,” I encourage myself before I fall back asleep for a seven-minute snooze. I don’t waste any time, toss the covers off, and get out of bed. I slip my feet into my blush-beige slippers before walking to the bathroom. Turning on the warm water, I cup my hands under the stream, splashing the water on my face a couple of times before grabbing the white towel to dab it off. I reach for my blue brush, combing through my long brownish-blond hair, opting to braid it today since it showed that rain might come later in the day. With the rain comes the wind, and the last thing I need is my hair getting in my eyes.