Fell asleep on the floor inside my closet, after trying to rearrange the mess I created when I was looking for that damned book.
I heard a Knock on the door but I stayed assuming it was from my dream. "Baby, you alright?". I heard Dad's voice as he quietly pushed the door open. He asked, standing by the door. "May I come in?".
I quickly jumped at the sound of my dad's voice, his last trip took more time than others and I've missed him. I nodded sleepily and snuggled to the clothes on the floor. "Dad didn't know you were home".
Dad walked in quietly, he lifted me from the floor and helped me to the bed. "You shouldn't be sleeping on the floor, you could catch a cold". He smiled at me. "I Just got back, noticed you haven't touched your meal yet. what happened? Are you sick?.". He asked, touching my head.
"Na, I'm just tired". I said touching my eyes sleepily.
