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Eight A.M.
I wanted to sleep in today. My body is craving the warmth and comfort of my bed and Saturday is the only day I can sleep late, aside from the occasional Sunday baking that has become my ritual which I give Mrs Williams as thanks for watching over Tania.
Yet, the moment my eyes snapped open, looking beside me to find Tania still sleeping ,my thoughts began racing, making it impossible to drift back to sleep and I can't help but wonder what’s bothering me. My brain is wired, like there’s something going on, but I’m not sure what it is.
It can’t be a forgotten appointment, because I always write those things down. So what the hell is it?
With a weary sigh, I give up trying to rest any longer and I slowly pad over to the window. In a dramatic gesture, I yank the curtains ap
