Sandwiching my head in my pillow, I tried to block out the noise of my sister’s phone from the opposite loft. Repeatingly telling her to turn off her it and go to sleep; she ignored me, as selfish as usual. Throwing the covers over my head, I tried to force myself to fall asleep but failed. I envied Callen, who gets to sleep below on the pull out couch. Before I knew it, our mother was calling us down for breakfast. I climbed down from my loft, exhausted.
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