Читать книгу Shadows of Sören - Nicola Stöhr - Страница 21

Gunhild woke in the middle of the night. She was sure she had heard something, some sort of noise, like there was someone in the house. She was a light sleeper, always had been. She got up and checked on Eric. He was alright, sleeping soundly. She checked all the other rooms. Not that there were that many, it was a small apartment. No, she must have dreamed or heard something outside. So she went back to bed and slept soundly till her alarm clock shrilled. She prepared breakfast for herself and Eric in the kitchen, as she did every morning. She looked at the clock. He´s going to be late if I don´t wake him soon, she thought. He probably forgot to set his alarm clock last night. The alarm clock had been a birthday present from Tilda. It was a huge, blue thing with two big arms, which had hands at the end of them. Eric loved the clock and made a ceremony of setting it every night himself. Gunhild went to his room and opened the blinds.

“Come on sleepyhead, time to get up. You´ll be late for school.”

He didn´t move.

“Eric, breakfast is ready.”

Eric still didn´t move.

“Rise and shine, another day full of adventures is waiting.” Slightly alarmed now she moved over to his bed.

He still didn´t move.

She reached out and touched him.

He was ice cold.

She screamed, she shook him, screamed his name, again and again, she held him to her, sobbing uncontrollably.

But Eric did not move.

The rational part of her brain that was still working knew that he was dead, but her heart refused to accept this.

He would wake up again, if she only screamed loud enough.