I woke up feeling well rested. It had been a long time since I had a peaceful good nights sleep. I stayed up most nights worrying about things, most I had no control over, but I worried anyway. When I did finally fall asleep, I would dream of Marcus and of what could of been. Sitting up I gave my body a good stretch but panic hit me when I glanced at the clock. It was 10 am, the kids they would be late for school and Finley why didn’t I hear her crying?
“Crap!” I hissed throwing the covers off. The moment I stood up I was hit with a wave of dizziness. I grabbed the post of my bed to steady myself. The memories of last night came filtering in; my hand went to the side of my neck.
