I am awakened by my roaring alarm. I angrily turn it off and lay on my back staring at the ceiling. The darkness surrounds me, making it seem like I am the only one awake. Outside my window, only a few creatures are moving through the morning dew.
I can hear people above me in the kitchen. I begin to track the movement, determining how long I have until they arrive. Footsteps are getting closer and closer; the stairs creak under the pressure of feet. The shuffling increases in volume as the distance between them and my door decreases.
I have visitors.
A beam of light enters my room and gets larger as the door opens. Turning onto my side, I try and avoid the glow to protect my sensitive eyes.
My mom’s soft voice tells me it’s time to get out of bed. I sigh, letting her know that I am aware. A cold, damp nose nudges me and whines. He searches for attention that I just don’t have to give at the moment.
