She didn't feel too good. She didn't want to get up. She didn't want to get out of bed. She just wanted to roll back over and sleep for a week. The last time she felt like that was after Jean's death, but nobody had died this time. She was just feeling sluggish, and she didn't know why. Kurt knocked on her door and said something about breakfast. Thinking about breakfast made her want to retch.
She rolled over in her bed, pulling the covers over her head. She didn't want to get up, but she had to. She had to at least drink a cup of coffee before class. She dragged herself out of bed. Her muscles screamed as she walked to the bathroom. She went dancing with Shinobi the night before. They were taking dance classes to conquer his two left feet. So far, so good.
She was used to dancing, though. She shouldn't feel like she just ran a marathon. She dressed slowly, barely paying attention to her appearance. She just wasn't in the mood for it. She wouldn't say she was high maintenance, but she did try to look presentable most of the time. She didn't care how presentable she looked right then, though.
She went downstairs. Scott was in the kitchen. He looked exhausted as usual. Ororo knew he wasn't sleeping much these days. "Are you okay? You and Logan are usually the first people up in the morning." Scott said, leaning against the counter. He was having his morning breakfast – orange juice and a bagel. He wouldn't eat much else.
"I think I'm just a little tired." Ororo answered, pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Who am I kidding? I look like death warmed over twice."
"Join the club." Scott said with a small chuckle.
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Author's Notes: No worries. This will be updated more often now. I took a break from many of my stories to complete my NaNoWriMo goal for November, but I'm back at it now. :)