Why was it so dark? Mikey couldn’t help but wonder with a groan as she tried to find the willpower to leave the comfort of her bed. It took several grumbles, a few muttered curses that would have immediately resulted in her spending the next month in her room if her mom heard her, but eventually she managed to shove the covers off.
It took a few more grumbles until she managed to sit up. Several minutes later, her feet touched the floor and she managed to stand up so that she could stumble her way to the bathroom that she shared with her brothers. Ten minutes later, five of which had been spent staring longingly back at her bed, she finished using the bathroom, brushed her hair and teeth, washed her face, changed into the Yankees tee shirt that Uncle Trevor had given her to replace her old Red Sox tee shirt that he’d incinerate, and peeked in on her brothers.