She woke up, still confused even after the few minutes she spent staring at the invisible patterns she was tracing on the ceiling.
That had been another strange dream.
At least this time he hadn't been there.
Candice checked the time- a little after seven.
The sky has started turning another shade of gray and she decided it was about time for her to get up anyway. She turned the alarm clock off and checked her messages.
One from Keith ( the usual good night he sent almost every night)
and one from Tyler.
She quickly calculated the time difference and decided she was going to call her brother later.
Not that he ever picked up, but she at least had to try.
The only messages Tyler and her exchanged were him asking if she was alive and if everything had been fine.
