I was lying on my bed with my laptop, well, on top of my lap.
It was past 11 am and I was thankful to my family for letting me stay in bed for so long. I would rather expect them to wake me up at 8 or so and force me to help them prepare for our moving. They’ve been on it for a good while now, judging by the noises and occasional hollering.
Me, I didn’t have a lot of stuff to my name. Apart from the bed and the desk, my room had a wardrobe, an electronic drum set, an acoustic guitar,