Treasure finally found solace in her first night of peaceful sleep, the muffled darkness wrapping around her like a warm blanket. Deep into the depths of her first night of real sleep in months, the shrill ring of the telephone shattered the tranquility. Startled, she flailed her arms, bashing the pillow around her head in a futile attempt to block out the insistent sound. Each ring pierced the calm, pulling her from the depths of her slumber. Oh, how she longed to sink back into that comforting abyss, to ignore the world outside and revel in the sweet embrace of sleep just a little longer.
She reaches her hand out from under the covers, picking up the receiver.
It was 7 in the morning. "Hel...hello"
"Good morning, darlin', your beauty rest has reached its conclusion."
"Ms. Tiffany?"
