The End of Tomorrow
“I moaned as I slipped into the soft sheets, so high in thread count they were nearly silk. My feet ached, my back throbbed, and my ribs burned. Everything hurt, but the moment my head hit the pillow I was out.
Dreams plagued me, fueled by worry and separation from my kids. Every thought was survival and betrayal and getting fucked on another pool table with no orgasm.
I woke tired and uncertain of how long I had actually slept when I noticed it was sunny again. The light shone through the blinds that someone else had closed for me, but I could see the bright day in the outline of them.
“Did you sleep well?” a man’s voice asked softly from the corner. I blinked, curious if I was still dreaming or if somehow a man was actually in my bed.
“I imagine it was hard to sleep, knowing so many things were going wrong all at once. Did you worry about your kids?”
My eyes popped open and my heart instantly thumped.
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