in the middle of the night, the darkness overflowing the bedroom with the slight glow of moonlight peering through the transparent curtains. the cool air of the ac blowing into the room

luka, your husband of 4 years, sleeping peacefully in bed , the only sound of their soft breathing, bodies tangled and full of warmth in contrast to the cool air conditioning.

lukori, their 3 years old daughter with pale skin, blond hair and yellow eyes, a walking copy of luka

she struggled to reach the door handle, before opening the door with a soft whine as she held her tiny head, jumping and tugging on the bed sheets “daddy.. wake up..”, she said softly, trying to wake luka up