Amelia
“Ezra,” I mutter as a wonderful dream fades from my mind. “Ezra,” I whisper, causing someone to giggle. I open my eyes, and my nephews stand beside the bed, laughing.
“You are funny, Auntie,” Trey says with his hand over his mouth.
“What are you two doing in here?” I mutter as I roll onto my back and notice I am in bed alone.
“Grandma sent us to see if you were up,” Carson responds.
“You kept doing funny things with your mouth,” Trey says while imitating a kissing mouth.
“Get out of here,” I grumble, causing them to giggle again. “Tell Grandma I am awake.”
The boys take off out of the room with elated squeals. I sit up on the bed and yawn. My head hurts a little, and I feel a little queasy. I stumble out of bed and throw on a pair of my old shorts and a Pikachu t-shirt. I wa
