Four
Monday morningSome merfolk enjoy mornings. They flop out of bed while it’s still dark so they can watch the early morning sunlight turn the midnight waters into a vibrant turquoise blue.
I am not one of those merfolk. Sunrises are for suckers. The later I can sleep, the better.
Growing up, Mom (or, if she wasn’t home, my brother Riatus) would have to forcibly pull me from my bed in the morning. Once I got to upper school, it got better. I am now capable of rousting myself…eventually.
Some mornings are still a struggle.
When the light reaches in through my window and tickles my nose, I turn away from it, burrowing deeper into my bed.
I was having the most delicious dream. I can’t remember what it was about—something about playing seaball in the palace maybe—but it was definitely
