Remedies

"Ginger!! Where the hell is my gray cardigan?!!" Lena's voice woke me from my deep sleep.
My blue eyes fluttered open as I pulled myself out of bed. My feet touched the cold wooden attic floor. I stood up, but fell flat on my face. I pulled myself up again and stumbled into the closet. I leaned one arm against the frame of the closet and put my left hand on my hip.
"What are do you want?" I asked Lena, my younger sister.
"I was wondering what happened to my gray cardigan." She said rushing herself through the closet.
"I never borrow your clothes, why would I know?" I said, rubbing my eyes.
"Are you sure?" She looked at me, putting her hands on her hips.
"Yes, I'm sure," I said. "I'm going back to bed."
She scoffed and kept shuffling through the closet.
I walked back into our bedroom and sat down on my bed and looked up at the ceiling.
'Since I'm already up, why don't I just get ready?' I thought to myself.
I moaned and sat straight up. I pulled my body off the bed and walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I took off my shirt and pajama pants and waited for the water to run warm. Just then the door burst open.
"Just to let you know-" Lena said, holding up her stupid gray cardigan.
"OH MY GOD!! GET OUT GET OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!" I yelled, ripping a towel of the rack, and covering my body as quickly as I could.