Seyi knows it’s morning but refuses to get up, He sways gently to and fro,squeezes his eyes hard so he can prevent himself from the light gathering by the window. He makes another turn, intermidiarly thanking God for the obstructive power the curtain possessed, he was enjoying every second longer it took him to wake up.

But then there was a knock at the door.
It was the idiot that stayed next to Seyi’s room in one of those stacked “face me I face you buildings “at the nook and cranny of every street in Lagos.
“Seyi”, the voice called from the other side of the door.
“yes” Seyi answered from somewhere in between his sleep.
“Come and Open the door it’s morning ”
Seyi said “Okay “and was up in no time,he headed straight for the door.

Seyi is this kind of Gentleman that’s just too generous for anyone to hurt, he was 24 and his voice still sounded like that of a toddler.On the other side was Abayomi whose morning devotion was to check on how miserable Seyi’s life was going, his voice had an annoying simplicity, he effortlessly pronounced big words wrongly and as I said earlier he’s that idiot that’s always monitoring your progress..........read the full story on.
https://bcsquareblog./2015/12/13/seyi-a-short-story/