Daphne
My alarm goes off at 6:30 AM. That gives me plenty of time to roll out of bed, freshen up, get dressed, and fix my hair before I meet Louis and Nash for breakfast. I’m not much of a morning person, and it usually took two rounds of the snooze button before I surrendered and threw back the blankets.
I couldn’t quite understand at first what jerked me awake just a few minutes after six. Something jolted through me, like an electrical shock. I jumped in bed and lay there, panting for breath, staring at the ceiling, trying to orient myself. I couldn’t find anything wrong, not with the room, not with myself, so I put it off as the tail end of a bad dream or a sudden cortisol spike. Maybe it was a pregnancy thing.
I tried to relax back into my pillows, but I felt like I had too m
