The alarm on my phone isn’t as irritating and annoying as the constant knocking on my door. I know perfectly well who is on the other side, and for the same reason, I don't want to get up. I prefer to stay here, with my sheet up to the neck, pillow under my head, finding some way in my mind to go back to sleep.
“I know you're there,” his voice, muffled by the thick wood, is heard. Then makes three more strong bangs. “Open the door now, you’re aware that I have the key.”
“Use it, then!” I yell and twist until my back is to the door.
I hear the footsteps fade away and sigh, but I’m sure he’ll come back. Nicholas, a.k.a. Dad, is like me: when a goal is set, we accomplish it no matter what. He met Mom here in Michigan during one of the many trips around the world; I understand that he propo
