Six-thirty-six. Carole sighed as she turned from the clock, knowing the sun wasn’t up and she’d been robbed of 24-minutes more sleep.
It felt as if this had happened before, but she was too exhausted to hold onto the thought. Unwilling to surrender those few precious minutes of sleep, she willed herself to lay still, dozing until her bedside alarm sounded.
Carole’s body relaxed, floating as she slipped back into sleep. Suddenly, her body jerked and she was awake.
“Six-thirty-six,” Carole sighed. “Didn’t this happen before?” She still couldn’t awaken from the coma she’d been in for the past three-weeks.