I got up an hour later; sleeping over my alarm. I stretch lazily, feeling the sun on my skin as I think over my plans for the day when thoughts of my nightmare hit.
I got up and went around the house in a haze, my dream seeming all too real as I try to gather my thoughts. I shook my head. It all seemed too real.
I go about my usual Saturday routine; cleaning, homework, gardening. I start on the flower bed, digging up the hard packed soil. It was only February but I needed to get ahead of the spring to actually get something this year. Dad used to do the garden.
Every Sunday morning he would go out, hat, gloves and all. Weeding, Planting and digging his heart out at each patch; taking pride in every part of it. That is he used to before..
I whip my head around at the sudden sound. Nothing. Taking a deep breath, I steadied my heart rate as I carried pushing further into the ground. Getting into the rhythm of the push and pull.