17

‘The time is 7:00am. The time is 7:00am.’ His alarm kept repeating.

Bryan grudgingly turned off the alarm and rubbed his eyes. He was about to drag himself out of bed, when he felt a weight on his left arm. He turned to look at the source of weight and saw Amy holding onto his arm like her life depended on it while sound asleep.

Images of what happened earlier that morning flashed through his mind. Amy had knocked on his bedroom door at about 3:35am when he was trying to get some sleep because she also couldn’t sleep. He hated to see her cry as that was the only thing she did earlier while he soothed her until she eventually fell asleep.

He was only able to get an hour’s sleep before his alarm went off. He gently untangled her hands from his left arm and carefully placed her properly on the bed without waking her, before making his way to the bathroom to quickly freshen up.

Amy’s eyelids slowly fluttered open to an unfamiliar, yet familiar bedroom. She rolled over on her stomach an