Emma soames

Synchronised heartbeats

It's eight o'clock in the morning, I can hear you in your bed talking to yourself all the way from my bedroom. I know I have to get up and start the day, but I'm tired. Mummy didn't go to bed when you did. I was up making sure you and your big sister were sound asleep and safe. I slowly get myself out of bed and miserably walk towards your bedroom, I can't help but feel frustrated and angry because all I wanted was to sleep in.