BENITA CELESTINE

With a wide yawn, I slowly opened my eyes, as I took in a blurry picture of the appearance of my room.

Inhaling sharply, I threw my hands to my face and wiped them with my dry palms.

Suddenly, my door slowly cracked open, and Nikita peeped into my room, realised I was awake and threw the door wide open.

At least she didn't just storm into my room dramatically today.

Clearing her throat, she muttered, “I think you need to go to work today, you can't keep refusing work ...