Blearily, I slapped at the snooze button. “I have to work.”
“No you don’t. It’s Saturday.”
“No,” I said, momentarily confused. “It’s Friday.” My mind struggled to wake.
Joseph yawned and shoved his arms under me. “No. The teacher said to have a good weekend. It’s Saturday.”
A feeling of bliss overcame me. “Really?” I smiled and turned…
