you tug on the covers— it was hot, the fan did nothing to ease the uncomfortable feeling of sweat sticking into your skin. from the other end of the sheets— comes a tug, a stubborn one. you shout for your mom, but caleb only laughs, still trying to get you up for school “Gising na, ano? malalate tayo!” he shouts, laughing at your disoriented state, he lets go of the covers, making you stumble back on your bed. you hear your mom calling for both you and him “Come on, Gising na, may flag ceremony pa tayo”