The bed beneath me creaks as I get up. I make a quick stop inside my bathroom before exiting the room. the smell of breakfast lingers the air as I walk down the hall- leading myself towards the direction of the kitchen where I see mother busy in the kitchen. She’s humming a certain tone- lost in the feeling until she notes me. She smiles. She seems to be in a very good mood. I wonder what’s up. I feel so tired for some reason. I recall going to bed early last night. Maybe it’s because of the dram I had. I was literally running everywhere in my dream. I let out a yawn, sopping momentarily beside the table in the kitchen.
“Did you have enough sleep sweetheart?” Mother asks as I descend down the staires- rubbing one eye with a fist. She gives me a glass of water before waltzing back into th
