Astrid tosses on the already wrinkled sheets for the fifth time that night and sighs deeply as she cranes her head to view the alarm clock by her bedside table: 1:12 am. Sleep is far away from her.
She stretches cautiously on the large bed, when her stretch goes interrupted for a few seconds she turns curiously to check the bed space. Usually, she would have accidentally grazed one of the boys.
“Oh,” she rolls her eyes at her forgetfulness, they are sleeping in their grandparent’s. She loves the comfort of the empty space but she will choose to have them kick her face every night if it means being close to them and never letting them out of her sight.
But what will she do? She rolls over and faces the wall. The deep brown standing lamp by the wall reminds her of the same brand that is i
