“Akira? Akira, honey.”

“Ugh! Five more minutes, mom!”

“Honey, we need to discuss something important.”

It took me a while to realize that my mom was really here and I wasn't imaging it. And it wasn’t seven in the morning and that I was in my bed, sleeping at twelve in the afternoon.

“I’m up.” I sat up leaning against my headboard, rubbing the sleep from my eyes with both palms, my hair probably… scratch that, I knew my hair looked exactly like Medusa’s.

“Good. How are ...