This topic is something I feel passionately about, so excuse me if I come off as blunt. It is intended.
I’m sleeping. Although not very soundly, as the mattress is extremely firm and the morning sun is shining brightly into the bedroom window. I tug the covers away from my husband sleeping next to me. My eyes close once again as I turn to my side and fall back into a deep sleep.
It seems like only a few seconds when my aunt darts into the room, tapping roughly on my side yelling, “Get up! Get up! Hurry!”