“Nature’s alarm clock. My joints ached as they did every morning. Sleeping in the truck just wasn’t good on the body. I missed the comfort of a bed and sheets and a pillow. I missed the sound of a real alarm clock telling me to get out of bed, that yes, this was all a nightmare, and welcome back to reality. I missed the smell of brewing coffee and cooking on the griddle. I even missed the old job—what I would give to be able to go back to those days. I glanced around our surroundings. Things... were much the same as the night before. The world still spun, the sun still came up…time, however, no longer sped along at a breakneck pace. It had dropped down to extra slow motion, each second like minutes, each minute like hours. Survival and loneliness are wearisome bedfellows at best, and I had them both as companions. “You awake, Humphrey?” A yawn and a yes followed. “Ready to head down there?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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