KatieThe next morning, I awoke before Deacon. We’d fallen asleep, tangled in the silk sheets of my bed. My blackout curtains were drawn, and even though the light was as dull as it would have been in the late evening, I knew it was probably around nine or ten in the morning.
I’d always loved to sleep in. Back when I was growing up, my mom had always told me that sleeping in made me lazy, but I didn’t care. It was the one vice I’d maintained all through childhood. I wouldn’t have admitted this to anyone, except maybe Deacon, but I was sure that going through leukemia at such a young age had something to do with it, too. After all, I could still close my eyes and remember what it felt like to have poisonous toxins flooding through my body. What they don’t tell you about cancer is that the t
