EDWINA
"Are you going to tell me the real reason you're skipping work?" Juliette asked, and I could hear her sarcasm even all the way over here at the other end of the call.
Her voice was laced with a slight edge of skepticism, and I sighed.
"I already told you. I'm feeling kind of down. I just do not want to stress myself, is all. You know, I feel under the weather and stuff."
I knew my explanation made no sense, but I woke up late — not too late, because I could have made it to work by eleven am, seeing as I woke up by ten — and I was totally comfortable right now.
Stretched out in the couch, my back was resting against the soft, fluffy cushions. My legs were on a coffee table placed beside the couch, and while my other hand was holding the phone to my ears, the other one dangled loosely at my side.
Kieran had bought me a neck rest, and it was snuggled over my neck, making me close my eyes in bliss as a relieved smile slipped past my lips.
