“Mommy?” Rose’s voice was soft, carrying that sleepy tone that only comes from someone who’s just woken up.
“Morning, sweetie,” Violet cooed, her voice fresh and melodic, like she’d been up for hours already. “Come cuddle.”
I wasn’t fully awake yet, but I hovered in that space between dreams and reality. Do you know that feeling? That strange state where your body feels heavy and unresponsive, like it’s anchored to the bed, but your mind is slowly surfacing, aware of your surroundings? That’s exactly where I was.
I heard the duvet shift, a quiet rustle that signaled someone lifting it, followed by the soft movements of a little body climbing into bed. The mattress dipped slightly, and the gentle murmur of their voices reached my ears. They spoke in whispers, talking about their dreams a
