The first thing I registered when I woke up was that it was too damn bright. While I enjoyed a nice day just like any other girl, I didn't enjoy the sun when it was making me get out of bed. I swear, the ray of light sneaking through the window had some type of vendetta against me, shining in my eyes even as I slept.
Clearly, the house thought that I had enough sleep. Otherwise, the blackout curtains wouldn't be open, and the fucking ray of sunlight forcing me to open my eyes wouldn't exist. I would like to point out that it was the house's fault I was like it.
It seemed like it had been weeks, if not longer, since I had a good night's sleep. I didn't know what had gotten into its foundation, but I was going to figure it out and put an end to it. I might have created a sentient house, but I could, surly as hell was hot, create one that didn't kick me out when it was in a tizzy.
Someone was going to die today. It was a given. The house woke me up, and I chose death.
