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I felt a touch.
Light.
Small.
On my arm.
I woke up.
Slowly.
The hand was still there.
Shaking me gently.
"Papa... wake up..."
I opened my eyes slightly.
Morning light filtered through the window.
Faint.
A little blinding.
"What is it..."
My voice was still heavy.
"Didn't you say yesterday..."
"That we were going to Grandpa's house."
I looked at her.
Yuna was already sitting beside me.
Neat.
Too neat for this early in the morning.
...
"What time is it..."
Yuna turned toward the clock.
Then looked back at me.
"It's already seven."
"Oh..."
I rolled over.
Closed my eyes again.
"Don't go back to sleep..."
Her tone changed slightly.
"You were the one who said it..."
"Yeah..."
I pulled the blanket up a bit.
"...I remember."
"But not this early."
"But..."
Yuna pouted slightly.
"We need to get ready..."
"...I even made fried eggs for you."
I opened one eye.
"...Eggs?"
"Yes."
I got up slowly.
Sat up.
Yuna stood up immediately.
