Early To Rise
She sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, alarm clock in one hand, and tried putting aside her weariness long enough to think. Finally she sighed and began to wind the clock. "I think we can sleep in until 5:15," she said, mainly to herself. He was already solidly asleep, a snoring lump beneath the blankets. Probably had been for the better part of an hour.
The clock set, she returned it to the nightstand, sighing again. Here it was nearly 9:30 already, and her only just getting to bed, a long day of chores finally done and another ahead of her tomorrow. 9:30 and her still awake yet, and probably an hour or more before her aching back eased off enough to let her sleep. And all the while he slept peacefully, that man, that worthless man she had for some reason married --
No. No point thinking about any of that now.
No point at all.
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