NOVA
The sun rays on my face pull me away from dreamland and I'm slowly stirring. I squint my eyes, trying to adjust my vision.
There's a figure standing near the windows. The same person who shoved the blinds.
I sit up, rubbing my eyes to get rid of the blurriness in It. I look again and it's clearer now. It's a woman. Shrewd. Dressed up in some sophisticated uniform with her gray locks neatly pinned in a bun.
She's old. Not in a stricken way. But elderly. If I was blessed with a good-looking granny, she just may be around her age. Or an older aunt.
Her gaze is hard and thorough. And it makes me feel like I'm in a place I shouldn't be. That condescending, superior look that I've been getting all my life.
"Good morning, Ma'am." She greets in a definite Southern accent. Her stiff ga
