Brittany Woodsworth
Surprisingly, I did sleep.
But not until I had taken the most luxurious bubble bath, slipped into a pair of silky soft pajamas, and devoured a bowl of sweet potato soup. The heat of the paprika calmed all my jitters, and I finished off my food therapy with a steaming mug of chamomile tea.
After brushing my teeth, I was barely able to move my limbs across the huge bedroom and throw myself into bed.
I sighed the deepest sigh of my life as I slid into the covers. Browny chased his tail for a minute and then collapsed somewhere near my feet. I was glad for the company. Once I turned the light out, my head hit the softest pillow in the world and I slept like a log.
Until the curtains rolled back and I was rudely awakened by the sudden burst of sunlight and a shrill bel
