My hands are as far above my head as they can reach, my back is intensely arched, and my calf muscles tighten, extending to the footboard. My pumpkin orange painted toes point as they join the stretch. The sun beams through a tight crevice in the drapes, challenging my eyes to regain vision. I squint and strain to open them. It"s late afternoon, and I"ve been sleeping for four hours. Sadly, it"s the most uninterrupted sleep my taxing life has allowed in over a week.
The sensation of piercing eyes causes the hair to raise on my forearms. After I finish rubbing the sleep from my face I glance around intently. No one is here. Weird. I swear I could feel someone"s presence. It must be my nerves. My thick down comforter drops from my shoulders as I sit up for another stretch. It isn"t usually
