This choice: Rolling out of bed in the morning, how else? • Go Back... The Black house is never a peaceful one.
The thought of three equally outspoken, sometimes overbearing women stuck in such close quarters with one another would be enough to make weaker folks cringe. Add in one recent divorce, a parting gift pregnancy, live paycheck to paycheck for a few months with a dash of butting heads with Mom, sprinkle in a pinch of sister who doesn't do shit, bake for eighteen years, and you've got Piper Black's whole life in a nutshell.
They'd never been well off. And honestly, they'd never really gotten along. Piper's immediate family of three was loud enough for most people's reunions. There was always a lot to fight about, and that was before the pregnancy. Once Dad left and Parker started butting heads with Mom all the time, things only got worse.
But for few hours, just little cracks, there were moments of respite.
Piper just laid there, in her room. The lights were still off, and the soft blue light of the morning was trickling in through her blinds. She was still caught somewhere between truly sleeping and just cat napping. Those few, precious minutes before the house came to life were a rare occasion. It was the only time when there wasn't a TV blaring or a speaker-rattling the floorboards. When Mom and Parker weren't at each other's throats. When the whole house was quiet.
It was nice.
Piper laid there in her bed. Her long black hair was strewn about her pillows. Her brown eyes hung heavily, the taste of sleep still fresh on her tongue. The only sound in her room was the fan going, whirring, humming as the blades went round and around. Piper had been staring at the fan for a while now, trying to use it to go back to sleep. It hadn't worked yet, but she could feel her eyelids drooping a bit more and more with every passing moment.
Better get some sleep now, she told herself as she shut her eyes, you know you won't get any once everyone's up...
So she snuggled up, extra tight, beneath the covers. It was summer, but she still had on her thick blanket. Maybe that was part of the problem? Why she hadn't been sleeping well lately. Too hot? Maybe it was time to break out that old thinner one. Ugh, but that one was so scratchy...
Maybe she could just start sleeping naked?
Parker did it, most of the time.
Could sleeping naked really make that much more of a difference? Wouldn't her body itch? Like, rubbing against the sheet and all that. Her nips pressing up against the pillow? (You know she was a hugger, and she liked to sleep on her stomach!) But still, it had to beat waking up all sweaty...
Maybe that was her answer? If she just took off her clothes, she could get a couple more minutes of sleep. Just a couple more.
Piper inched her fingers down to the hem of her t-shirt, and slowly tugged it off. Her breasts splayed out gratefully, itching with freedom as she scratched them jovially. God that felt great. But since when was that shirt too tight?
They can't possibly be getting even bigger, can they? Piper rolled her eyes as she cupped and jiggled and jostled her olive colored mammaries, That's the last thing I need right now. New bras.
Laying there, her hands on her chest, Piper slowly began to drift off. Her thoughts became hazy, and the sound of the fan began to lull her back towards Nod. Her chest rose and fell, slowly but surely becoming slow and sure. Her mouth opened oh-so-slightly, and a small-half snore escaped her. Her brown eyes inched, inched, inched closed until finally, the whole room was black. She felt her eyes roll into the back of her head as she began to drift off. Slowly, slowly she fell and fell until—
WAH WAH WAH WAH...
Her alarm went off.
"Dammit Piper!" she heard her sister cuss through the cheap thin walls, "I was almost asleep!"
"God I'm getting it!" Piper hollered back, "Don't get your petri dish panties in a wad, Parker, it's a biohazard!"
Yup, welcome to life in the Black house.
"Piper I swear to GOD if you don't shut that thing off I'm going to sit on you and let your eyeballs pop out of your skull!" she heard her mom roar from all the way down the hall, "Turn. It. Off!"
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