Lyra
I woke up to Sophie’s off-key voice singing.
“Good morning to you, good morning to you…” she dragged out the notes in a screechy tone, and I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow.
“Stop it,” I mumbled, my voice heavy with the sleep I still desperately needed.
Instead of stopping, she pushed the door open and leaned against the frame, grinning like she won the lottery.
“Rise and shine, princess. Don’t tell me you’re planning to spend the day sulking under my blanket. I didn’t save you a spot in my bed so you could hibernate, pretty girl.”
I turned to face her with a mock glare, but the grin tugging at my lips betrayed me.
“Never sing again.”
“Not until you laugh.”
And I did. I burst out laughing, the sound surprising even me. I hadn’t thought I had any laughter left
