I didn’t even need an alarm this morning—my new prescription knocked me out like a light and kept me under like it owed me money. Waking up without a nightmare felt borderline illegal. I sat up too fast and the room tilted, proving Jackie’s warning about blood pressure wasn’t just for decoration.
Note to self: maybe don’t yeet out of bed while on sedatives.
Twenty minutes, one silk maroon blouse, and a smoky eye later, I was out the door, heels clicking with purpose, gym bag in hand for after work. New York was brisk this morning. Or maybe I was just finally feeling things again.
Either way... I liked it.
Once I got into the office, Sara waved me down with her usual chipper energy. “Jacob called out sick today, so you’ll be taking point on a few of his meetings.”
Fabulous. Let’s hope
