The sun was shining through my window and was warm on my face, I sat up and pushed my short brown hair out of my face. I was in bed sleeping, and today was a Friday. I threw off my bed covers and jumped out of bed. My bed was pretty big compared to me, I was only four feet tall. and I was only twelve years old. Once my little feet hit the floor, I ran to my bedroom door. I popped my head out to see if anyone was there, thankfully everyone was still asleep. I stepped out into the large hallway and tip-toed down the hall, and was met with a big door. My big brothers bedroom door. I put on a mischievous smile as I silently open it and pop my head in. There I saw a Boy sprawled out on his bed, silently snoring. My eyes lit up with joy as I opened the door a bit more and tip-tied inside. I made my way to his bed side and gazed at the sleeping lazy bones known as my brother. His partly long brown hair was messy and was partly covering his closed eyes, he looked so peaceful. (not for long >:D) I giggled and started poking his cheek. After a moment of poking, his eyes slowly opened to reveal gentle icy-blue eyes. He put on a gentle smile. I smiled back and giggled, climbing (literally climbing) onto his bed and tackling him.
"Get up you lazy bum!" I giggled. "You have to get up for school!"
The boy found it amusing that I was tackling him... Or at least tried to tackle him..... Because compared to him I was very small. He let out a husky laugh and sat up without much effort. He gently pried me of him and plopped me down on the bed back first, and began to tickle me. I began giggling like a madman.
"I give up!" I giggled. "Stop Jonah! I say Uncle!"
"This is what you get for coming into my room you little raskle!" Jonah laughed.
"Ahhh! its torture!" I giggle.
Jonah's eyes sparkled with joy as I continued to giggle like crazy, he too continued to laugh. Most days beggin like this; I would wake up, tackle Jonah with love (awake or not, still gets tackled), and we would get ready for school. today I wore a green t-shirt, and a pair of blue jeans. I also sneaked into my brothers room and stole a "big" (compared to little Ema ^-^) purple zip-up hoody. the sleeves went way past my hands, the bottom of the hoody reached to my knees, and the hood went way over my head. when I went downstairs and walked into the kitchen, I saw my seventeen year old brother eating breakfast. He smiled, seeing how adorable I looked in his big hoody, even though he knew that I had went into his room to retrieve it. Jonah got up and walked over to me, and knelled down in front of me. when knelling he was still a bit taller than me, he put his index finger under my chin and lifted up my head so that my emerald eyes could meet his icy-blue ones.
"When will you ever stop being so damn adorable?" He asked, smiling gently as he stroked my cheek with his thumb. I put on a big smile as he pulled me into his chest and held me in a strong and loving embrace. I always felt safe in my brothers arms, and I will always love him the most.
