It felt so good to sleep in. No school. No classes. Just me and Storm snuggled together under blankets, his little hand resting on my arm, his curls warm against my chin. For the first time in what felt like forever, there was no alarm clock, no deadlines — just quiet.The smell of coffee drifted down the hall, rich and sweet. I groaned and buried my face deeper into the pillow. A second later, footsteps padded across the wood floor, and Beth’s voice came in soft and amused.“Too cozy to get up?”I peeked through one eye. She stood there in red plaid pajama pants and a fuzzy robe, two mugs in hand.“Bless you,” I mumbled, sitting up enough to take one. “I forgot how good it felt to sleep in.”Beth grinned, sitting down at the foot of the bed. “Feels like a vacation, doesn’t it?”“Feels like freedom,” I said, sipping my coffee. Storm stirred beside me, blinking, then reached out for my mug.“Not for you, little man,” Beth laughed. “You’d be bouncing off the walls.”He gave her the wo
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