ERIK
When I woke up the next morning, I guessed from the way the light was coming in through the windows that it wasn't exactly early. A glance at my phone was enough to confirm my hypothesis: it was half past eleven.
Not bad, I thought, holding back a yawn. My family and I used to call the day after Christmas 'the day of doing nothing': there were no holidays to celebrate, no cooking ... in short, it was the day when everyone did what they wanted, so no one would wonder why I wasn't around.
Well, if they wonder, they'll know the answer, I thought, glancing at the beautiful girl still fast asleep in my arms. After her second, and terrifying, awakening that night, Amy had slept like a baby - thanks in part to the two extra drops of medicine I'd slipped into her chamomile tea. I hadn't
