It was a little over 10 am. when Neyka swore she had been attacked by a bear, opening her eyes to the sight of Patrick attempting to tickle her awake with one hand, and breakfast in another.
"Aaahh! Patrick, I'm up!" she said, flipping off of her bed and landing on the floor, letting out a muffled groan. "It's too early for me to be woken up," she insisted, not even bothering to lift her face to talk.
"Neyka, do you even know what time it is?" Patrick asked. He lowered her breakfast to the floor, hoping that she would get up to eat it.
"Absolutely...it's time for me to go back to bed, thanks."
Patrick let out a sigh, knowing she could probably lie there all day if she wanted to. "Alright, but I guess I'll just eat your breakfast,"
By the time he had finished that sentence, Neyka was already out the door and yelling at him to bring it to the table for her.
