As soon as my body settled in the soft, comfortable bed I could feel sleep creeping up on me. With a dull ache in my head and a pain behind my eyes, I brought the covers over my face and buried myself in the clean smell of soap, letting it wash over me.
I wanted nothing more than for this day to be over and I was close to begging for sleep to take me, when a fist tapped against my door. Groaning and pushing back the covers, I called out to whoever it was that had disturbed me from my comfort. Half a second later my mom's face peered from behind the door. "Did I wake you?"
"No." I said, sitting up in my bed and calling her over. "Are you okay?" She wasn't and that was obvious, but I didn't know what else to say to her.