Knock!
Knock!
I woke up to a peculiar sensation—a warm, small foot pressing against my face. My eyes fluttered open to find Mia sprawled out on the bed like a starfish.
One leg stretched up and rested squarely on my forehead, while the other dangled dangerously off the edge of the mattress. Her hair was a wild, tangled mess, sticking up at odd angles like she'd wrestled a tornado in her dreams. Her tiny fists were clutching her favorite stuffed bunny, Mr. Cottontail, as she snored softly.
If someone were to stumble upon this scene, they'd probably think we'd been caught in a tornado mid-slumber. My pillow was halfway across the room, and the blanket we were sharing had twisted itself into something resembling a poorly made burrito.
My own position wasn't any better—I was half hanging off the bed, one arm awkwardly twisted beneath me.
Damn it!
I groaned.
