Response to January 21 Flash Fiction Challenge: Wakefulness by Norah Colvin One moment deep asleep. Next, upright; breath still; ears intent; staining to hear above her pounding heart. Nothing. Just the familiar: fan whirring, palm frond swishing against the house. Must investigate: bravely, fearfully. With limbs trembling, palms sweating and mouth dry, she eases her legs out of the bed, puts her feet on the floor, pushes herself up and pads to the window. Peeking out she scans the yard, illuminated by the full moon. Nothing. A dream? She pads back to bed. 2am. “Ooh! Only three hours!” She closes her eyes, wishing hopelessly for sleep until morning’s liberation. norahcolvin/2015/01/27/in-their-own-time/
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 08:11:02 +0000
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