214 Fortune

  "Wake up," a faint voice called, the bed rocked as if a cradle. "Wake up," another voice called. "Wake up," both voices called in harmony. 'It's too early,' the eyelids felt heavy, the mind refused to work, an overwhelming state of sleepiness had enveloped the psyche.

  "Are you going to sleep till the next day or what?" a sharp voice followed by a piercing sensation on the neck.

  "Stop biting me," forced to wake, he sat upright, with one eye narrowly opened. The sun outside now bright and rejuvenating, he crawled out of bed and stretched. Paired with a few yarns and subtle shaking of the hands and feet, the mind awoke in turn.

  "Good afternoon," he turned and faced Emma, Emmy, and Adete already on the shoulder.