The next morning Samirah woke up before the sun had the chance to show it's face. That particular morning she voluntarily got out of bed and took a shower at five am.
Half of the reason was to utilise the time she had on hand and the other was to get rid of the sweaty and gross feeling that was brought about by the nightmare once again.
At this point Samirah was getting used to restless nights and her fu-cked up sleep schedule. She was numb to it now. It didn't matter anymore. She couldn't control it so might as well embrace the facts
While everyone else was asleep, Samirah started preparing breakfast.
She wasn't good at cooking by any means but she could follow directions. She opened her aunt's old cook book and started on pancakes.
It looked the easiest and everyone in the famil
