We woke up to our son's voice trying to wake us up. When we didn't bulge, he crawled up to our bed and laid down between us.
" Momma, Papa, wake up pliiith?" He whispered and tried to open my eyes. I wanted to laugh, but I stopped myself. Isaiah gave up on me, so he turned to his father and tried waking him up.
" Papa, Papa, Momma is not waking up. We have to call the doctor, Papa. What if she won't wake up forever?" He sounded distressed. I saw Marcus's lips twitch. He wanted to smile but also pretended to sleep.
" Maybe I should call grandpa and tell him my Papa and Momma is not waking up." He mumbled to himself and was about to get off the bed when we decided to surprise him and tickled him. He shrieked and giggled wonderfully.
We pretended to be zombies and bit
