The Barn, at least that's what we call it.
As I awoke from a long 12 hour sleep, I didn't feel the perkiness I should've after such a long period of rest, instead I still felt tiredness, which will be something I mention several times most likely.
I then leaned up reluctantly and slammed my hand clumsily against the plastic alarm clock, which was slowly falling apart from the treatment given to it by my morning self, or maybe just myself in General. I yanked my Pyjamas off and threw them carelessly across the room, hitting my curtain.
I then grabbed my underwear and slipped them on, then grabbing my tights and tugging them up, ignoring the obvious tear in them. I then proceeded to grab my skirt from my chair next to the bed, and zipped it up at the side.
