WeirdBaby

Transcript:

Sam.

There's a dagger of sunlight cutting through the gap in the blinds and lighting up the inside of my eyelid. It's too bright to keep sleeping, and I'm starving.

Beth stirs beside me. She's trying to escape the light.

"Sweetie, are you awake?" my voice creaks out. I need some water.

Her feet are waving up and down beneath the covers, stretching. She's awake now, but can only manage a yawn in response.

"Are you hungry? I can make breakfast," I offer.

Beth rolls on her back and pulls a pillow over her face. She says something that sounds like "mrphl."

I really wish I could get back to sleep. For the first time in months, there's nothing to do on this Saturday morning. I'd love to just lie in for another hour, but there's a yawning chasm opening in my stomach, and the light coming through the blinds is practically giving me sunburn. I guess the constant rain we've been getting all week finally stopped.