The morning dawns bright and sunny. I turn over in my makeshift bed on the twins’ floor, seeking to escape the rays that pry into my eyes, disrupting my sleep. I give a little grunt of discontent, taking my blankets with me as I turn over. Unfortunately, I also roll over onto one of Archie’s squeaky toys, which excites the dog and sends him scurrying over.
“Go back to sleep, Archie,” I whisper, burrowing my head lower under the blankets. The puppy ignores my command and begins to wriggle with the excitement of a new day, burrowing under my covers in an attempt to kiss me good morning.
“Archie,” I sigh, giving up and opening up my blankets to pull the puppy closer. “You ruin all good attempts to sleep in.”
“It’s good,” I hear Edgar whisper, and look up to see him smiling at me from h
