Chapter ThirteenA sun ray hits my face, causing me to wake up angry at myself.
Like an i***t, I forgot to close the blinds last night.
What time is it? The sun implies morning, but then why do I feel like I’ve only gotten a couple of hours of sleep? Is someone using sleep deprivation as an interrogation technique on me? If so, I’m ready to spill national security secrets, so long as my tormentors close the stupid blinds and let me get back to sleep for just a little longer.
The sun doesn’t go away, so I check my nightstand clock and groan.
The blinds were not the only thing I forgot. I also didn’t set an alarm, which is why I’ve slept in until a whopping 9:07 a.m.—a luxury I rarely get even on the weekends.
In a half-daze, I drag myself to the laptop and email work, telling them I’m v
