Neivayka

Neivayka awoke feeling heavy and exhausted despite the hours of sleep she must have had. She had an eerie feeling that she couldn’t shake. She could have sworn that she had heard Theo’s voice in her head asking her to watch over them. Just the idea made her want to cry again, and she was extremely tempted to just go back to bed instead of facing whatever the morning was going to bring.

At least she assumed that it was the next morning, but she couldn’t be sure. The sun seemed to be in a perpetual state of midmorning no matter what time she woke up. One minute it would be sunny out, then it would blend seamlessly into a beautiful night sky. Warm-cool mornings and warm-cool evenings… that was it.