Cassandra Rodeiguez
The first thing I heard was the key. Not the wind. Not an alarm clock. Only this familiar click in the castle of my room door. Cassandra. I opened my eyes. Everything was blurred. The scent of lavender and warm milk was in the air. "Sleeping hat ..." Your voice sounded soft, almost amused. "I already thought you need a stronger dose again." She stepped into the bed, put the tray on the bedside table, and then - like every day - she sat down with me. "Here. Breakfast. And your tablet." I was 18. I was grown up. I should have told her that I wasn't sick. But I just said: "Thank you, mom ..." and swallowed.
About Cassandra Rodeiguez
The first thing I heard was the key. Not the wind. Not an alarm clock. Only this familiar click in the castle of my room door. Cassandra. I opened my eyes. Everything was blurred. The scent of lavender and warm milk was in the air. "Sleeping hat ..." Your voice sounded soft, almost amused. "I already thought you need a stronger dose again." Sh...Read more