Sleep didn't hold him the way it usually did.
Dayo opened his eyes before the sun had fully committed to rising, the room still holding the blue-gray quality of early morning. He lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, aware of a sensation he couldn't quite name. It wasn't restlessness exactly. It was anticipation with sharp edges, the kind that made his heart beat slightly faster without his permission.
He swung his legs off the bed and sat there, letting the silence of the house settle around him. Today was the day. Luna had texted him late last night, an address and a time, nothing more. Morning. Nine o'clock. Her place, or Amanda's place, or wherever they were staying. He hadn't asked for clarification. He had just stared at the message until the words stopped looking like words and started looking like a doorway.
