The next morning, I woke up sleepily at my mother’s voice as she told me to get ready for church. I had completely forgotten about that. So yawning and stretching, I pulled the bed sheets off me and got out of bed to take a quick shower. But all the while as I let the hot water run all over my body and wash the tiredness away, I couldn’t wipe my smile off my face. I could still feel Adam’s touch on my hand, as if I was still in that moment. As if time had frozen ever since last night. I wanted to cherish that moment forever and think of it over and over again.
Once I got out of the shower and dried my hair, I wore my neat church clothes and went back downstairs where my parents were sitting around the breakfast table. Father was sipping on his coffee as he held onto the cup with one
