The faint grey light of dawn shone in her face through the curtains. Marie turned once. Her body felt heavy, bruised, like it had been dragged through fire.
She turned slow again, her legs felt too heavy. Pain throbbed behind her eyes, sharp and hot. She pushed up on one elbow, head spinning. The scar on her arm itched.
The room tilted. The alarm clock buzzed… 6:30 a.m. She slapped it silent. Head hitting the pillows again.
The door glided open. Wheezing sound reached her ears.
Julie peeked in, grey bun neat as always, eyes soft. “You awake, honey?” Julie peeked in, grey bun neat as always, eyes soft, smiling.
The type Marie had come to recognize in her oldest nanny, her eyes glowed, whenever she was happy or admired something.
Marie nodded, throat too dry to speak, neck killing he
