Anne sat up, wild-eyed, desperate to make sure she was still out of the library. She could barely see, even when she blinked and rubbed her eyes. A blue glow, way too close to the horrifying dots on that TV screen, washed across her hands and arms. About the time her heart stopped pounding in her ears, she finally recognized the ceiling and shelves of her own bedroom.
Her face and her whole body were covered in sweat, so bad she could smell it. The sky was still dark outside. The clock beside her bed, the source of the glow, showed she had two more hours to sleep.
Sleep that might very well include more nightmares.
“Forget it,” she whispered, swinging her legs over the edge. “Not worth it.”
She dumped her pajamas in the hamper in the bathroom, thinking she’d probably need to do the sam
