A book caught in a grip between my hands as I attempt to fill my head with words other than that of the note and text I've received over the span of a short week.
Resting in the heavenly hammock that's set up between the large elderly oak trees that stand tall in our backyard. Accompanied by the chirps of birds and the crunching sounds from land creatures scurrying across the earth's face.
Cameron kept on bugging me since the coughing fit I had last night. Checking in on me several times through the night. I pretended to sleep, covering up the fact that I was just rolling around in my bed haunted by my undying thoughts.
He's really going to be a helicopter parent one day.
Laughing to myself by the thought of Cameron as a dad, my attention jumps to my now beeping phone.
The screen lit up the moment I brought it up to my face as it unlocks, thanks to biometrics. I'd hate to type in a password I'm most definitely going to forget somewhere down the lane.