Charlotte part 3
EIGHT MONTHS LATER A gentle knock on my door wakes me from my slumber. With bleary eyes, I stare over at my alarm clock- 8:05am. "I'm good, thanks," I yell through the door. Getting up before 10am on a cold December Sunday morning? I don't think so. "Okay," Charlotte replies, leaving me in peace. I roll onto my back and stare at the ceiling for a bit before swinging my soft, hairless legs out of bed and padding over to my bathroom. I stare at my cute reflection in the mirror and...