Trevor had woken up at five-thirty in the morning and he couldn’t get back to sleep. It had been hard for him to fall asleep to begin with because Clarice was on his mind. Then when he had been asleep Clarice and her dainty feet were tip toeing through his dreams.
He had given up getting some rest and got dressed. After putting on a pair of gray shorts and a blue tank top, he went downstairs. The kitchen staff wasn’t up yet so he fried himself two eggs and four slices of bacon. He also made himself toast.
Trevor only ate half of it. For some reason, he had lost his appetite when his mind went to Clarice again. A longing struck his heart. He missed her, which was ridiculous to him since he had just spoken to her Thursday. Today was Saturday. It had only been thirty-six hours since he ha
