I felt the scorching touch of the sun’s beam sear my forehead. I turned away into the shadow of the wall to shield my eyes from the light that seemed to intensify by the second.
In my semi-conscious state, I felt the solar spotlight shift from my head to my cheek and a devilish giggle ringing in my ear. I squinted and saw my son brandishing his flashlight at me.
Like a sorcerer wielding a wand, my son, a master of mirth in the early hours had successfully willed me awake.
It was 6am.
Although I yearned for a few more minutes of slumber, I rolled out of bed and fumbled to the bathroom to put on my contact lenses.