A sound of the morning alarm made its way into Juliet‘s room, wakening her from her sleep, which was not very energizing, filled with restless movement, empty thoughts and jumpy reflexes. The alarm clock, succeeding in its irksome mission, was silenced by the smack of Juliet‘s hand. Juliet wasn‘t a night person, never feeling super comfortable with the idea of sleep, but she wasn‘t a morning person either, because, in her case, the bizarre feeling of vertigo she felt after waking up never seemed to really go away. Out of the corner of her eye, Juliet caught a glimpse of the remains of the mellow moon, which set the mood for her entire world as it was now – mellow. It set a moody tone in the room of a moody sixteen-year-old teenager.
You Plan – Fate Laughs