She woke up with a beautiful dream but an aching back. She fell asleep on the rocking chair, waiting for their little angel to cry. She did not want Eida to wake up when she started wailing again.
But the engine brooming continuously through the night seemed to be music to her ears as she slept soundly. Amelia could not help but think that maybe she was comforted subconsciously by his father's favorite hobby.
"Sleep tight, our little princess." She mumbled sleepily, turning the tablet off and returning to her room to lie down for a few more minutes before the sun was up.
She tried to return to sleep as she closed her eyes tightly. She even placed a pillow over her head to block the light from her window. But it was a losing battle as her thoughts remained wide awake.
