If she got any closer, she would realize that I wasn't breathing.
She was about to pull my quilt, but her hand was stopped in mid-air.
It was my mother.
She looked impatient. "Caroline Jackson, where are your manners? How could you still sleep when your aunt is talking to you?"
Seeing that I didn't move, my aunt looked concerned.
"Caroline could be sick. How can anyone sleep for so long? Perhaps I should feel her forehead to see if she has a fever."
As my aunt spoke, she reached out her hand to my forehead.
