Lance.
I open my eyes to Ford staring at me with a bright smile. I went asleep late last night. After my call with mom, I was worried and that made me overthink a lot. I had to switch off my phone because of the fear that they would find us kept eating me up.
"Morning,'' he smiles.
I pull the covers over my body and he pulls me into his arms. He is happy this morning "What time is it,'' I try to turn around but his grip around me is tight.
"Six in the morning,'' he answers.
This is a high day for him. In my research, people with Bipolar disorder have high and low days. I thought his low day yesterday was going to last for a while. That was my biggest worry but here he is now with a smile on his face. He is happy and that means we can spend some time together. We can be the way we were before.
