Dayo woke up to warmth. Something was different.
He woke up not to the sharp, rushed mornings he was used to, but the quiet kind the kind that made you want to stay still for a few seconds longer. The house was alive in a gentle way. Soft footsteps. Low voices. The faint sound of someone laughing down the hallway.
Family.
He had not still gotten used to their presence here, but he was enjoying it.
He sat up slowly, rubbing his face, and for a moment he simply breathed. Then it came back to him.
He smiled.
The day off.
He remembered it clearly the looks on his workers' faces the night before when he told them there would be no work today. Confusion at first. Then excitement. Then gratitude.
"You're serious?"
"Boss, are you sure?"
"Thank you, thank you!"
Some of them had laughed. Some had bowed repeatedly. A few had praised him like he'd done something extraordinary.
Dayo chuckled softly to himself.
