I was wide awake at four o’clock on Sunday morning. I had a busy day ahead of me with Brandon moving back in, Derrick and his brother getting settled, and fixing Sara’s plumbing issue.
I’d never needed an alarm clock to get up. My body was automatically alert around the same time most days. It wasn’t that I enjoyed being up so early. I couldn’t help it, therefore I accepted it.
It had been after ten last night when I’d arrived home. I’d spent an hour changing the sheets, dusting, and vacuuming the bedroom Brandon would use. The bathroom had only needed a quick cleaning, and I’d put fresh towels and soap in there, too. On my way home, I’d even bought the shaving cream and razors that I knew Brandon preferred, as a way of showing him I meant what I said. His happiness was important to me.
