It was early Saturday morning. Birds were chirping outside, sunlight was shining through Micah's bedroom window. But Micah did not feel like getting out of bed. She wanted to stay wrapped in her fluffy, purple comforter. She wanted to block out the bright light, and cool morning air and stay in the warmth and darkness.
In bed she wouldn't have to deal with anything. No articles, no Rick trying to undermine her, no man in a Black Sudan following her, no police or lawyers. It would be just her and Misty, her plush stuffed unicorn that sat on her bed and was also a pen holder when she needed it. The horn had a hole to hold a pen.
Then her alarm went off and her phone rang at the same time….
Can't I sleep in a bit later today?
No. She had to pick up some more onions for her mom's specia
