Three hours of sleep was worse than minimal for Charlie and part of her regretted going to sleep at all. Maybe a jug of coffee after her patrol shift last night could have kept her going for the morning training session but it was too late to do that now. Instead, she promised herself an afternoon nap to convince her body to leave the warm cocoon of her bed. Her sleepy form got ready, collected her workout clothes and headed off, slightly miffed that her dad was still asleep in the next room, though she could understand him relishing the slightly longer than usual sleep. Charlie knew he had taken to the role of trainer like a duck to water and put in every effort necessary to fulfil the task, even if it meant a very early start every morning. She was quietly glad he had trusted her enough
