“Morning, Mikala,” I stroked her hair as she still rested on the couch, snuggling the pillow closer when she opened her eyes and said morning to me too.
“How did you sleep?” I asked in a gentle tone, considering I was the one who didn’t sleep well; yesterday’s events were drowning me in my own exhaustion.
“Better than earlier,” she muttered and then lifted her eyes to me, “and you?” She knew the answer but I just shrugged, “good I guess.” I know that she knows I’m lying but I can’t bring myself to explain to her what happened; I can tell she already notices my heavy drooping eyes.
The bizarre clock on the wall showed that it was still ten a.m., and I yawned, unable to keep my eyes open.
“Wake up,” Daniel’s soft voice fills my ears, urging me to get up from the couch.
“It’s eleven a.m
