Waking up from a bad dream, only to realize my reality still feels like one. Dad is -
"Niyah, get up for school!" Mom's shout from the kitchen cuts through my thoughts.
I don't know why she insists on waking me every morning. That's what my two alarms are for: my phone and my radio clock.
I let out a heavy sigh, but the aroma wafting from the kitchen softens my mood. The smell of eggs, sizzling ...