The weekend finally came, Sunday.
I'd completely forgotten we were supposed to go anywhere. But of course, a certain someone hadn't.
Somewhere between that half-awake blur where you're not sure if you're still dreaming or just pretending to sleep, I was subconsciously deciding between prolonging my comfort or surrendering to consciousness when I felt a persistent tug on my arm.
"Husband, husband, wakey wakey. It's Sunday. Husband…"
Her voice was soft, melodic, and way too awake for a Sunday morning. I groaned and rolled to the other side of the bed, face buried in the pillow. "Five more minutes, okay?"
There was silence, too much silence. Which should've been my first warning.
Then, Something clattered softly against the floor, followed by her sudden 'Ouch!' that made me sit up before I even thought about it.
"Val?" I blinked hard, my heartbeat catching up to my panic. "What's wrong?"
