The dream Ella had been greatly enjoying, was abruptly brought to an end with the cry of eggs and bacon. Rolling over to the spot Melrose had left, she glared angrily up at the ceiling. Ella was still wearing the clothing she had on last night for the concert, one of her better pairs black jeans and black tee shirt. Grabbing a pillow, she buried her face in it, and attempted to go back to sleep.

What ever the dream had been she lost it, and the thought of going back to sleep was, quickly abandoned. Ella sat up, with a jerk, throwing the pillow as she rose. It had only been partially aimed a Mel, just enough to show the consideration of trying to hit her with it. Ella gave her an exaggerated smile, before turning her attention to the rest of the room. The party had not been that fun for her, considering every seemed content on getting drunk.

Ella's head was throbbing but not from a hangover, she had only taken the smallest courtesy sip of the tequila, but form the lack of sleep. she had forced herself to be on of the last ones awake, at least in this room, and she felt that she had only slept for a few minutes "so, yaa," Ella muttered swaying a little side to side. Mornings were not her thing, nor were afternoons, in fact she preferred to skip the whole getting up thing. " and wheres that bacon" Ella mumbled more to herself than the other two, as she swung out of bed, accidentally stepping on some one in the process.

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In the consciousness of the truth he has perceived, man now sees everywhere only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence and loathing seizes him.
-Friedrich Nietzsche