Something woke me up several hours later. I blinked at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It was seven-thirty in the morning, and sunlight peeked around the blinds. I heard a knock on the door. Ah, that was what had awakened me.
I ran a hand through my hair and turned on the lamp. “Come in,” I said, thinking it was my mom come to get my lazy ass up. I didn’t usually sleep so late, but being back home in my old comfy bed was definitely soporific.
I watched the door open bit my bit until a little girl came toward me and climbed onto the bed.
She sat next to me and said, “Hello.”
“Hi,” I replied.
She was around three or four years old. She wasn’t familiar, since none of my nephews and nieces had red hair and bright silvery eyes. The only person who I knew with a similar combination was…
