7
Jennifer
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
I half-opened one eye and reached for my phone. I swiped at it to silence the alarm, only managing to throw it onto the floor. I groaned loudly, but it did nothing to turn off the alarm.
“Shut up.”
It didn’t listen.
I pushed the covers off of my chest and reached for the phone. I finally hit the button to cancel the alarm.
“Finally,” I said as I flopped back into bed.
I yawned and checked the time—seven a.m. Ugh. Normally, I was up at six thirty without an alarm. I’d forgotten that I even had an alarm set. It must have been from my last sunrise graduation shoot. I was and always had been a morning person. Anything past seven felt like I was wasting the day. But today, I wouldn’t have minded a few extra hours of sleep.
I’d been at Wright Vineyard until
