Walking On Air
“Nan squeezed her eyes shut. The irritating glare didn’t go away. She frowned and pulled the covers over her head. Then, slowly, as she inched toward awareness, she realized that a light in the middle of the night was usually a sign of distress. Had Laney come in with a candle, ill or needing her? She jerked upright and opened her eyes.
The harsh glare was no candle. It was sunlight, full sunlight, indicating a late morning hour. Her mind rejected what her eyes were telling her. It couldn’t be morning. Nan blinked. Squinted at her bedroom window. My stars! It had to be after nine. She twisted to peer at the windup alarm clock on her bedside table, which she rarely used to rouse herself but kept wound to be sure of the time. Sixteen after ten? No! It couldn’t be. She’d forgotten to wind it, and it had stopped last night. That was the only explanation.
Rattled and incredulous, Nan sprang from bed, noting as she did that Gabriel wasn’t in it.
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