a voice says right next to my ear. I reach up, still mostly asleep, and try to wave the voice away. My fingers touch a cheek and I hear a giggle. “Wake up!” Skye says. I roll over and cover my head with my pillow. “Five more minutes,” I mumble. “Can’t! We’re going on a MISSION!” Skye says excitedly. “Carla’s already packed and everything!” I shove the pillow away and sit up. “I gotta pack,” I announce as she jumps back. “I still haven’t washed any of my clothes,” I complain, groaning loudly. “I bet everything I own stinks like the Shadowlands.” “I can fix it!” Skye says, heading for the massive pile of dirty clothes in the corner. She picks up an armful, only to make a face. “You’re right, they DO stink,” she says before going semi-transparent along with the clothes. She dumps the pile onto my bed and heads to the rest, repeating the process. I hesitantly pick up a pair of boxers, sniffing them curiously.
