𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, Isaac Garcia

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Every morning I wake at 6. I don't chose to, I just do. No alarms, nothing. I could fall asleep at 4 in the morning and still wake up 2 hours later at 6.

It's since my family died, and I haven't been able to find a way around it.

So this morning at 6 when I woke, I decided to throw on some slippers and make my way outside to the barn. I brought all the horses out, taking them to the paddock and sitting on the fresh green grass in the centre of the paddock. The horses galloped around me, chasing eachother and bucking like there was no tomorrow.

It brought a smile to my face. Something so dull and unfortunate in my life was becoming a blessing.

I watched the horses gallop around the paddock, the sun slowly rising in the background. Purple, pink and red hues of light flashed through the morning sky, giving both the perfect picture and memory.

Eventually, I laid on the grass Looking up to the sky as the coloures blended to create the gorgeous Colorado sunrises I had missed since the last time I came here.

It was half 6 when the grass beside me dipped, and a hand interlocked with my own. I knew who it was, and accepted it. Slowly turning on my side to face the dark haired boy. He copied my movements, laying on his side as he looked down at me, reaching his hand over and tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear, before resting his hand on my chin. "Whats got you up so early?" He asked, his voice soft as his eyes scanned my face. "I could ask you the same thing." I half smiled, relaxing into his hold on my chin.

"I wake up at 6 everyday and you know that." He grinned, releasing his grip on me and laying back onto the grass. "Now, why are you awake? You usually sleep in until like 11 and miss everything." He chuckled to himself which I widely smiled at, remembering all of the things I missed. One morning, I missed the boys pranking Cole. They put tanning lotion in his body wash. He came out of the shower orange.

"It's weird." I shrugged, sitting up and pulling my knees to my chest, hugging into myself. "I doubt it's weird Saff." He spoke, sitting up beside me and resting his head on my shoulder. "When my parents first died, I used to wake up every morning at 6 with nightmares for the first four months." I sighed. "And now, it's just a daily thing. The nightmares come and go, but I still wake up at 6 every single morning." I mumbled, toying with my fingers.

I felt him sigh from beside me. Not an annoyed sigh, or an angry sigh. But an upset sigh. He took his head off my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me to him as I hugged into his neck.

"Here, in this exact spot is where you're going to be meeting me, every single morning at 6, okay?" He spoke, his tone soft as he pulled me back to look into my eyes. I nodded, a small smile on my face as tears threatened to spill. "Okay."

His hand reached to the back of my head, pulling me closer to him as his lips touched my forehead, placing a gentle kiss to my skin.

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