CHAPTER 6Sleep escaped like sand from a broken hourglass. Abby clutched at the blankets as if she could hold on but it was gone. She was awake. And someone had turned on the Sun. She lifted a hand to shield her eyes and blinked in the bright morning light. When she could see again, she looked at the novelty hand-sculpted Superman clock on her nightstand.
"Hey handsome, what time is it?"
Superman clutched the clock face in front of his privates. His muscles bulged against his blue tights. Old classic Superman design, with a twist. It always made her smile. Except when the hands of the clock said that it was only just after seven in the morning. She had only been in bed for three hours!
Abby groaned and pulled the pillow over her face. But then that made her feel like she was suffocating,
