The incessant ringing of the telephone on the nightstand near Vanessa’s bed woke her out of her deep slumber. But by the time her brain registered that the noise she was hearing was that of the telephone, it had stopped ringing. Glancing at the clock, she noted the time read eight minutes after nine. She had a lot of things she had planned to do today after having a large breakfast. Mainly, she’d planned on having her ankle checked out to confirm it was just a sprain, calling the therapist Nikki had suggested, booking an appointment and doing some shopping for Son-Shine. She had bought most of the essentials, but figured having a few more outfits, especially the onesies, would not hurt.
However, the minute her aching body landed on her plush, those plans went by the wayside, and she had d
