The weekend went by in a blur. Time is always so fast for those who yearn for the moment of the present. If only Clay could slow down time, she would, because two days after 2 years with the people she loves the most isn't nearly enough.
So she stares at the ceiling, lying on the bed with thoughts on her mind. Same walls, same place, but a little more of life. Forty snores slightly beside her, his little arm around her waist. Soundless breaths of deep sleep come from the ground, where they made a makeshift bed for their mother and father to sleep in.
It isn't the most ideal, but Clay wants nothing but to stay here at this moment.
So she stares at the ceiling, and distracts herself with thoughts, never willing herself to sleep despite being tired from an eventful day. Clay just wants
