Beep… beep… beep.
I was going to be late if I didn’t get up. Okay, I was going to be late again if I didn’t get up. I hit the snooze button anyway. The stinking doctor could wait for me to come in and argue with him. He would probably look at it like a reprieve.
The snooze alarm was set to music. The idiot doctor said it would be motivational. He had even scribbled the order on a prescription pad and required that I bring the alarm clock in and prove that it was set properly. Like a Virgin blared out of the tinny speakers this morning. I found that it motivated me to throw the clock…again.
I sat up. Without opening my eyes, I snagged the thick robe at the foot of the bed and pulled it on. It was nice and warm, completely unlike chec...
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