One request.

The week was never better from the past couple of weeks. The feeling of struggling through each other days, trying to find the right excuse which would be plausible to describe a supposed odd feeling that doesn't go away. Even the morning was judging, the nights were counting along the breeze which bore witness to something never discussed.

Rolling on the large mattress in a waking blue shade of a pretty variety of colors, was supposedly nice to wake one's spirits for the day yet very much not. Bel hid her face under the duvet, covering her nose like peeking through her long lashes into seeing a wished upon present in her room, before shutting her eyes and exhaling weakly.

" Beep! " The phone rang, like an official signal was going out before the actual call would be made.

"Oh.., " Bel reached for her phone and took hold of it.

" Hey, sweetie! " The cheery voice of a woman rang from her speakers, like a morning medicine to strengthen the bones.