The night before

That night I hardly slept, I stared up at the ceiling, overwhelmed at what had happened. Little did I know that my life was about to change completely. I looked over to my bedside table, there was a photo of my 'mother and father,' I have no idea who that man is. Maybe some old boyfriend, or did she really get married, and did he really die, of cancer? Questions filled my mind.

After what seemed like hours of contemplation I finally drifted off, and slept. Not long after I was greeted by Clara's cold hand, shaking me out of my long awaited sleep.