“Jaz,” the voice resonated in my head pulling me from my pleasant slumber.
“What?” I muttered.
“You said you wanted to get to the salon early,” my mother stated.
I gently rolled onto my side to look at the alarm clock. ‘Oh my God it’s 10:40, how did I sleep so late!’ I yelled as I launched myself from the bed and ran into the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth, ran a washcloth over my body, pulled my hair back, sprayed some light perfume over myself, throw the short sundress that was lying in the corner on and I ran out the door.