It was almost eight o’clock when Peter woke me up. By then, bright sunlight
filled my room, and a busy Saturday morning was already under way. Yet, it felt
like I had just gone to sleep an hour or so earlier.
“You had better get up, babe. The best breakfast will be over and done
with if we wait much longer,” he advised, after my initial response was to roll
away from him and the harsh light pouring through my window. “Tyreen and Johnny
have already left, and they promised to save us a couple of seats in the
cafeteria...provided you wake up and take your shower.”
I so wanted to sleep, especially since I felt lightheaded. A headache would be
coming soon. These late night vampire visits weren’t such a good thing for my
health. But sleep while your persistent boyfriend tries to wake
