The Letter

Who opened the window? Where is this blinding light streaming from? Is it morning already? Does morning come too early over here? I cussed, turning on the bed to the other side, signing contentedly when I was blessed with a non-light zone.

I hugged the pillow tighter to myself, and would have continued to sleep if a certain thought hadn't been chosen at that particular second in the time continuum to filter into my mind.

The thought that I had proposed before I went to sleep last night; to be awake before everyone in the family, so that I could start cleaning the surroundings. This way, they would know, especially Laura, that I was more than appreciative to them for taking me in.

With that remembrance came an instant jerking up from the bed, and a sharp flinging of the soft pink pillow to the side.

“Oh no..” I muttered, irritated with myself, irritated with my keen love for sleep, when I saw that the side of the bed where Diana had slept in last night was empty. The young girl had