Silently, Rene turned the knob to open her bedroom door. As she slowly opened the door, she could see the gentle glow from the nightlight she had plugged into the electrical outlet. Stepping inside her room, she looked toward the bed and saw Tommy, asleep, lying there on the side of the bed closest to the door.
The thirteen-year old boy was sleeping soundly, under the covers, lying on his back, one arm hanging off the side of the bed, the other one across his forehead, and one leg uncovered. Rene half-expected to see him lying on