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Sleeping at Clyde’s had been fitful at first. Once she got over her agitation and drifted off, Harlow had been out for the rest of the night. Obviously, she’d needed her sleep. By the time she woke up, it was almost noon. Though she couldn’t say that she felt particularly rested. Too many thoughts danced in her subconscious to really give her a break. It sounded insane, but Harlow felt the weight of them in there, throbbing and swelling, taking up space.
Buckling down to her purpose, Harlow took a shower, and put on the previous night’s clothes. The notion of food made her nauseous though her morning coffee gave her a boost. Something about sitting in silence, breathing in the steam, was refreshing. The peace was welcome. Clyde was at work, so it was just her… and her coffee. The peac
