Karina
September
“I’m so tired.” I yawn loudly as I lay on the couch, my feet in Mason’s lap. We’re watching something on TV, trying to avoid doing yard-work in the early September heat. “I feel like I’m coming down with something.” I close my eyes, snuggling into the cushions.
“You were tired a lot this week,” he comments as he grabs the cover off the back and covers me up with it. “Was it hectic at school?”
“Not particularly, which is why I think I’m coming down with something. My stomach wasn’t happy with me this morning.” I mention the other symptom I had. “Maybe if I just take a nap, I’ll feel better.” I turn into the couch, hugging one of the pillows.
The next thing I know, Mason’s shaking my shoulder. “Rina, you’ve been asleep for two hours, time to get up.”
I fight against the lethargy holding me down. Working against the exhaustion to prop myself up. “Two hours?”