The Impossible

    Home. Sweet Home. 

   ~Dia Wealene~

"Ooohh!!"

I turned in bed then buried my face in the duvet, which I had, with sleep-fighting rumpled and made a mess of. I only do that whenever I had a nice and sound sleep, and am very comfortable. 

I rolled over again, my face to the ceiling. Then turned towards the homitem lcd triple display alarm clock which had woken me up. Twas 9:00am. 

How could I had sleep for that long? Probably a deep sensation in me already knew that I wouldn't be going to work today. Not after what happened yesterday. News like that would had spread all over Colorado. I wouldn't even be surprised if I see Paparazzi running into my compound at that moment. 

I sighed and sat up, leaning into the bed rest which was stuffed with enough comfy foams, which were wounded in by fluffy ash-color leathers. 

"Albert."

I muttered. He was always the first name which cros

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