Someone was lightly knocking on my door. I felt too sleepy to move, let alone get up from my bed.
“Cassidy!” My dad called, because the door to my room was still locked from the previous night.
“Coming,” I said, begrudgingly.
Slowly and weakly, I made my way towards the door.
“How are you feeling pumpkin?” My dad asked, making his way into my room.
He had a tray with food. When I turned to look out the window, I noticed the sky was clear but the light bothered me.
“What time is it?”
I stretched myself, before lazily sitting down on my bed. A yawn escaped my lips and I noticed my dad was looking at me strangely.
“It’s seven. Did you have a rough night?”
“Uh, not really,” I replied, running a hand through my hair nervously.
“You went to bed early, but you look dead tired,” my dad s
