Chapter 5
My head was pounding. No, that wasn’t right. Someone was knocking forcefully on the door, but because I had been dreaming, it translated to dream-me having a raging headache. I blinked, eyes bleary, until I could focus on the clock. It read nine-oh-seven, though whether that was A.M. or P.M., I wasn’t sure. I shoved the covers off my body, and sat up slowly. After taking a second to get my equilibrium, I stumbled out of bed and groped on the floor until my hand encountered a pair of sweat pants. I continued tugging them over my hips as I headed for the front door.
The sun shining in the living room windows let me know it was morning. I shook my head at the dust motes floating in the air—I really needed to clean—before I turned my attention to the entryway. I could just make out
