I woke up happy, that's fricken rare. Because it's Monday, and those are the days I hate life most. But no. Today I was f*****g happy. It was refreshing. I got up early cause I actually went to bed earlier last night. Thankfully I didn't have a nightmare. Maybe because my mind was occupied with Sam. It was 7:00 Yeah, that's early for me when I barely sleep. But I was up and ready. Don't know why my alarm went off that early but whatever. I was in a good mood. I grab my bag heading downstairs and dropping it on the couch. I was just wearing a sweater shirt and some black jeans. I go into the kitchen. Dad was grabbing his stuff to leave.
"Hey, you're up way too early. Did you sleep?" He asked.
"Surprisingly yes I did" I nod. "My alarm went off early though."
"You seem happy... agai
