I wake up to the light in the room. I am sweating from the summer heat but nothing can beat the sight of Hunter all curled up against me. I look at the bedside table and read that it is 7 a.m. It's Tuesday, and I hate Tuesday, because it's way before Friday.

I get up to get ready to go to university, before remembering they are in mourning. After doing my morning hygiene, I decide to wake Hunter up. I kiss his cheek, and he smiles lazily, opening one eye at a time.

“Good morning lazy bum. I don't want to scare you, but it's already 7:05. Don’t you...