“Sleepyhead, wake up!” Peter shouted out and Emily shot straight up. Looking around her, bewildered.
“What’s going on?” she asked him.
“What’s going on is that you need to wake up!”
“Why are you so chipper in the mornings?” Emily groaned out. She glanced over at her phone and saw the little red light, flash. She had a message.
“I’m not chirper, it’s just that I’m hungry, so come on then, make me some pancakes,” he sang as he bounced out of her room. She giggled at his silly little attitude and picked up her phone.
*I loved falling asleep listening to your sounds as you slept. I miss you Emily, please text me back when you are ready to talk, Carl*
Emily blushed as she read his message. He had called her, and she had somehow answered but fallen back asleep. He missed her. She wasn’t
