Leah
I woke up to the sound of something exploding.
My body jerked upright, shadows instinctively rising from my skin before my brain caught up with my surroundings. I was in my bedroom. Sunlight pouring through the windows. And Keanu, sprawled across the armchair in the corner with his legs draped over the side, a bowl of cereal balanced on his stomach, watching television.
The explosion had come from whatever movie he was streaming on the flatscreen mounted to the wall. A car chase, from the looks of it. He was completely absorbed, his spoon halfway to his mouth, milk dripping onto his shirt without him noticing.
I let the shadows sink back beneath my skin and pressed my palm to my forehead. My body felt like it had been filled with sand. It felt heavy and sluggish. Every muscle ache
