The nightstand alarm went off, chiming continuously until I annoyedly whacked the thing with a throw pillow.
Groaning, my face still buried in these soft pillows that mom brought here last year after she and Christian were legally married, I wouldn't say I remember what happened next, but another irritating alarm broke into a particular sound sleep I must have dozed off to after my pillow strike had mute the first alarm.
Agitated, I shoot upward, intending to toss the stupid device against the wall when my eyes fall on my mobile phone, over my iPad, my laptop, tripods. Everything I possess that was taken away from me yesterday is back, either sitting by my nightstand or standing by the swinging chair.
Is this a dream, or did she really return everything?
Spontaneously, my lips spre
