I was never fond of those girls who are all like, “My family is nuts and mortifying and I have braces and ohmigosh, my life is so hard”
Floating in that hazy state between sleep and wakefulness, I can feel him standing there, even though my eyes are still closed.
“Hi, Levi,” I murmur.
I crack open one lid to find myself peering into navy eyes surrounded by the sort of lashes that make me want to buy stock in the fake eyelash industry. They must be a foot long.
“Leviii,” I say in a singsong. “Don’t watch people sleep, it’s regular creepy. How you doing, sweetie?”
I struggle into a sitting position, pull on the strings of my hoodie so the hood flops onto my head, hiding my messy bun, and force a smile in the direction of my nephew. His new Lego yarmulke is perched proudly on his head and he genuinely looks like an angel.
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