I woke to the sound of our old asthmatic oven working tirelessly, followed by the smell of pastries and bread and coffee.
My eyes fluttered open, blinking sleepily as I yawned. The morning sun was on my face, shining down brightly, and I found that I felt happy— a first in a very long time. Sleep that has been difficult since the injury and dreams that continued to haunt me were suddenly peaceful and calm, making me feel rejuvenated and content. It feels like my veins were injected with a shot of vitamins, allowing this rush of energy and cheerfulness.
But just for a few more minutes, I wanted to enjoy the morning in bed.
There weren’t many times that I could sleep in.
I rolled, eyes closing once more, enjoying the feeling, my problems momentarily forgotten until my face didn’t meet
