ILYAS
This morning was different. I woke up feeling. . .content. Satisfied. My head was clear and I was eager to face the day with a smile.
I felt delirious.
Neha, the real morning person she was, had already woken up. I heard an alarm chiming in my sleep, had stirred a little, but didn’t wake up. I had almost forgotten how amazing it feels to sleep.
“Neha?” I called out, my voice raspy. “Woman, where are you?”
Seconds later, she peeked her head inside the room. Eyebrows touching her hairline. “Go back to sleep,” she mumbled.
I gave her a look. “Wow, that doesn’t sound suspicious at all. What is going on?”
She smiled sweetly. “Be a good boy and go back to sleep.”
I sat up, skeptical. “Neha, sweetheart, come inside, will you?” Stretched my arms above my head. Cracked my knuckles.
