The alarm went off at the usual time, a soft but persistent chime that cut through the quiet of the master bedroom. None of us moved at first. The night before had been long and intense, and the heaviness in the air still lingered.
I cracked one eye open. Jasmine was curled on my left, face half-buried in the pillow, her dark hair a messy halo around her head. Nala was on my right, one arm thrown across my stomach, her hair completely undone and sticking to her neck. Both of them looked completely wrecked in the best way.
"Ugh…" Jasmine's voice was muffled by the pillow. "Kill it. Kill the alarm."
Nala made a soft, pained sound and pressed her face harder against my side. "Five more minutes… no. Five more hours."
I reached over and silenced the phone. "You lazy bums."
