I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. I groaned, still caught in sleep, stretching my legs out straight like I was trying to touch the end of a dream. My eyes stayed closed, but my mind started waking up. Why is Vito waking me up? He never does that. Whenever I fall asleep on the couch or even on the floor, I always wake up in bed like magic. He always carries me, gentle like I'm made of glass, he never wakes me. So why now?
I sat up slow on the cushion, still sleepy, and yawned loud without caring. I scratched at my eyes, rubbing hard, trying to shake the fog. My head felt heavy, my body felt heavier. Then I heard it.
"Tensie."
My heart jumped, that voice, and that nickname. Only one person calls me that. My nickname, soft like a lullaby. I opened my eyes fast and wide and there sh
