For the third time this week, Dallas wakes up freezing. Goosebumps litter every inch of her exposed skin, the toes on her right foot cold against the back of her own calf as she attempts to warm them up. She doesn’t have to turn around to know which one has stolen the blankets, her back teeth painfully grinding as Dallas attempts to tug them further over her shoulders.

She stares at the window and sighs heavily, listening to the birds annoyingly their sing their dumb little songs as the sun slowly rises. Her alarm will be going off soon, no doubt, and Dallas doesn’t think she’s ever felt so unrested in her whole damn life.

Dallas rolls over with a groan, glaring at the blanket hog as he peacefully sleeps with his cheek resting on Mommy’s chest. Dallas tugs on the comforter again, her knuckles strained white from the effort, but it’s no use, the blankets well and truly trapped beneath Noah’s dead weight.

He has the audacity to look angelic as he sleeps, his lips adorably parted as he lets out the tiniest of snores. It’s infuriating, really, that Dallas doesn’t have the heart to wake him and demand more of the blankets, her soft spot for her older brother easily overpowering the desire for extra warmth.

Dallas stifles another sigh and carefully climbs out of bed, throwing a disgruntled look towards the sleeping beauties before she makes her way out to the kitchen. She catches sight of her bed head and dark circles beneath her eyes in the reflection of the window, but forces herself not to linger on it— aware that she’ll only get more irritated if she focuses on it for too long.

Leaning against the counter, Dallas sips her apple juice and attempts to devise a plan that will ensure she gets a more restful sleep tonight. Sure, she could always just ask to sleep in the middle for once, but the mere thought causes heat to seep across her cheeks and rise upwards to the tips of her ears.