Mirish

 The slight beeping noise was more than enough to jerk Miranda out of her uneasy doze. She shot out an arm and scrambled to turn the alarm on her phone off before anyone else could hear it. Her mind shot into overdrive as she jumped up off the bed. What time is it? She looked urgently at the time display on her phone. Oh good, only 6:55. She wasn't too late. Thank God. Brushing her stringy, chestnut hair back and out of her face, she began to mentally prepare herself for her nightly ordeal. Why, she wondered, did life have to be this hard? Miranda eased the bedroom door open, squinting as the harsh light of the kitchen assaulted her eye