Chapter Twenty-Five
Meghan
The serene comfort of the warmth and darkness created by my improvised cocoon is interrupted by the shrill tone of the alarm clock on the nightstand. Finally it’s 5:00 a.m. I free an arm and slap my hand down, fumbling for the snooze button. Just another five minutes with my eyes closed, snuggled inside my little blanket-swathed nook would be so perfect. Not that I actually slept much at all last night—I watched the minutes tick over on the clock. My head just wouldn’t be still, circling continually over thoughts that led to no resolution. Eventually, I had gathered together the blanket from where it lay slumped in a heap on the floor and wrapped myself tightly in it. I couldn’t really move, so I had just tumbled onto the bed and that’s when The Sandman finally
