Literature
Parenting - Oh my God
The sunlight tried to creep trough the windows of the loft, stopped by thick curtains. One ray of the light managed to get trough a small opening and let itself fall over closed eyes.
The eyelids fluttered, tightening a little in an attempt to block out the sudden change of light. A muffled groan uttered the annoyance of having to wake up like this.
"Mm-mph..."
The eyes opened, though the brown irises were almost invisible due to the squinting. A few blinks, half-hearted yawns and muffled grunts later, head of oncology James Wilson was officially awake. A thing he hated, since it was Saturday morning. A glance at the clock told him that
