I was stuck under something. That was my first thought and probably what woke me up. I felt a hand on my forehead and let out a scream, rushing to save myself, falling down in that rush.

“What’s going on?” A frantic voice asked.

I finally opened my eyes, the groggy memories of the previous day rushing back in and saw Brent kneeling on the bed, his face a mask of terror and was that a book in his hand? “I'm sorry.” I apologized, realizing I'd scared Brent and it had been his hand ...