Miguel was out for the evening, and so it was that I climbed into bed alone. I glanced at the clock as I pulled back the covers. Bemused, I stared at the numbers --
12:00. That's odd, I thought,
I don't remember unplugging the clock when I dusted this afternoon. It took me a moment to realize that the digits weren't blinking. Somehow, the hours had advanced and I was indeed climbing into bed at midnight. Perhaps I need more sleep.
1 comment:
I stayed up too late reading Brenna's book. It's a darned good story!
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