Chapter Eleven

A sound that seemed to be from knuckles and fists tickled my eardrums incessantly, rousing me up from a restless sleep. I tried to focus on where the sounds were emitting from while making conscious efforts to stop the headache that brewed in the middle of my brain. It took a minute to note the sounds came as a knock. Someone was desperate to get into my room.

“Who is there?” My voice came out rough.

“Ify.”

"I am coming!" I grumbled.

I got out of bed slowly. My morning breath stank and that wasn’t the worst part. There was no water to parch my taste. This may not be a good sign. I better not dwell on the negative aspects of my life consistently. I was miserable, yes, but I shouldn’t make it habitual if I need to survive.

I finally opened the door for Ifunanya. She was dressed in skimpy wear that left nothing to the imagination. I swallowed hard as I stepped aside for her to come in.

"Were you going to sleep a whole day?" Ifunanya asked