Ella plopped down on the other side of the bed, throwing an arm over her eyes, quite dramatically. "See this? Is why I don't do mornings. I hate mornings. A person should never see 7am. It's just preposterous!" Ella thought for a moment. "Well, 7am is okay...if that's the end of my day. I can do 7am as a bedtime."
She listened to the sounds of Chelsea getting dressed. All of a sudden the song she was writing last night came back to her and slammed behind her eyes. She sat up with a gasp. "My song!" She ran into the living area and grabbed her journal and started writing furiously as the troublesome lyrics spilled out of her head.