25 AndreaAndrea’s eyelids slowly rose. She was flat on her back atop her queen mattress. Her read rested on a puffy pillow in a white cotton case.
She rolled her head to the right so she could spy the bedroom window.
The crack of light at the bottom of the shade told her the sun would be rising soon.
Must be five o’clock in the morning.
Today was Saturday. Softball practice was at six tonight. Nothing else on her schedule for the next thirteen hours.
Sinking back into the pillow, she let her eyes close.
She breathed in the scent of sunshine and smiled.
Last night, she’d put line-dried sheets on her bed.
Her bedroom smelled like a springtime meadow.
With a hint of spicy citrus.
A scent that was headed for the top of her favorites list.
She inhaled deeper, trying to get a stronger
