Awake

Kyle’s eyes fly open. He stares directly at Misty who is still lying next to him. Not having move, he lets his hand slide from her face, and he swallows hard. His mouth felt like cotton, his throat feeling as though it were full of needles. But something was…different.

Moving around slightly, he finds a clock and sees that it’s seven. He had to….get up…to get ready…to go.

Even his mind was acting lethargic. Kyle takes a deep breath to yawn, and gives a short cough, but nothing compared to several hours earlier. Opening his mouth, he wants to say something, but he decides not to try. Instead, his hand goes back to Misty’s face, his fingers going softly and gently.

He was tired…but he wanted to get up. He didn’t want to miss this morning’s opportunities, no matter how tired he felt.