I woke up Sunday morning feeling well rested. The night before I’d gone to bed early and it had paid off. When I opened my eyes, I found Layton staring at me with an expression I couldn’t describe. I waited for him to explain why he was awake, staring at me, with a weird look.
“You look really innocent when you’re sleeping.” Layton caressed my cheek with the outside of his hand. It felt strange to have him act like that. He wasn’t usually sweet or anything like it, and I didn’t know how to react.
“Are my mom and dad here?”
Layton reluctantly moved away from me so that I could sit up.
“Yeah, they’re here. They haven’t woken up yet.”
He was still looking at me funny.
“I’m gonna shower. You can leave if you want. They aren’t working today so they’ll be coming into my room soon enough.”
