The sun rose across New Jersey, and Cuddy had just woken up alone in her bed, again.
I can’t believe that I have to go to work this morning when I feel like crap, and I’m not exactly having a good hair day.
Cuddy looked in the long mirror seterusnya to her bed; she shook the tight curls with her hand before sighing and making her way to her bathroom.
House was sprawled across his double bed, sheets slipping off the sides and onto the hardwood floor. The alarm went off for the third time, and yet again he hit the snooze button.
Why can’t I just have a lie in this morning? Oh wait, I do every morning....
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