Val's P.O.V

The shuddering dust motes of the early morning sun dangled from my cottons, reflecting its rays, pointing at my bed. I could feel the presence of the morning shower me, it shot me like the pinhole of a sniper gun. I opened my eyes slightly, although it wasn't that great, because dust motes had gathered up in front of me, taking time for my eyes to get used to the vision.

Today, my alarm didn't wake me. I woke up peacefully to the early morning halo. It spun my head around to the ...