Thalia320

     "___, wake up!" your mother shouted from the other side of the bedroom door. A groan escaped your lips and you slowly pulled your fluffy ___ colored pillow over your head. "Five more minutes," you called back from beneath the pillow. Your mom turned the door knob and stepped into the room, hands on hips. "You've said that for the last fifteen minutes now. Do you want to see the exhibit or not?" she said, obviously frustrated that you haven't gotten out of the bed yet. 'Exhibit… what exhibit?' you thought and slowly moved the pillow away from your face so that you could see your mother's face. "Well?" she demanded. You blinked your m