Sage
I am in a place of sleep where you aren’t quite ready to wake up. Rolling over, my eyes flutter at the light coming in when I see wide eyes barely an inch off my face, making me nearly jump out of my skin, fur grows across my arms from the fright.
“Hi mom,” Jonah says, his face right in mine as he blinks down at me. I try to get my racing heart under control.
“You scared me.” I tell him.
“I tried to make breakfast, but I broke it.” Jonah tells me. I blink, trying to understand what he means, and I sit up, rubbing my eyes.
“What do you mean, you tried to make breakfast?” I mutter as I stretch my upper body.
“I wanted to surprise you and dad,” he says and as I glance at him, I notice he is covered in flour. I blink, taking in his tiny body. “I tried to make pancakes like pop, t
