Caris Christie (Apt. 10D)

2,346. Caris decided that he’d counted enough sheep and flipped his pillow over to the cooler side. But this was his 6th time flipping the pillow so both sides were equally warm from his restlessness. After the library, Caris had come home to Ms. Christie sitting at the kitchen table surrounded by a mountain of paperwork. Caris liked to imagine she was like an explorer exploring tall white glaciers in the arctic. Of course, he knew that her head in her hands meant that she would much rather be in the arctic than doing her paperwork. Since the storm, she had been working more and more trying to help her business rebuild. When he’d walked in, Ms. Christie was so buried she hadn’t even noticed him so he assumed he was on his own for dinner. Even though he hated them, the only thing he knew how to make was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. He made a sandwich, poured a glass of chocolate milk, and gave Ms. Christie a quick hug before heading to his room so as not to disturb her wor...