Ferryn turned over in her sleep, her hand falling from underneath her pillow onto the floor. Last night she had been so bust taking pictures of the night-life, she hadn't realized it was three in the morning by the time she got home. She only knew this because her phone died at precisely a 3:20, an hour before her special alarm. She tossed in her sleep again, seemingly dead to the world. A small grey cat scurried from under her bed, into the corner and back under again before she turned over again. Her phone buzzed slightly to alert her it was fully charged but she made no move to get it. Instead she pulled the black and purple blanket in her bedroom further over her head, mumbling in her sleep incoherently.
The smartphone on her bedside table went
off. as a text message came in. The volume was all the way up, and the music, shocked Ferryn into an upright position, her heart pounding. She snatched it up, glancing at the message. It was from Flint, inviting her to one of his parties. Apparently a graduation party. She ran her hand through her hair, contemplating. She had planned to do another late night shoot, but a party sounded good too. Ferryn set her phone down for a minute, grabbing the partially smoked joint on her bedside table. She placed it at the edge of her lips, searching for her lighter. Once she was lit up, she plugged her MP3 player into the small portable speakers by her bedside lamp.
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