The unmistakable shudder-jangle of Violet doing her morning shake yanked me out of (what I can only suppose now was) a near-comatose state. My eyes slammed open, and I stared at the big, red numbers:
7:25
In 0.83 seconds, my mind processed these numbers: It’s 7:25. Students arrive at 7:20. School is 14 minutes away. I’m here in my bed in my underpants. MOTHER—why didn’t my alarm go off?
Then I was in a dead sprint to the kitchen where my phone was plugged in. I yanked the cord out of its butt, and it made that beeboop sound, and that’s when I stopped and thought for a second: Out last night for Anna’s birthday… Friday night…
Today is Saturday.
No matter how relieved you are after that kind of jolt, there’s no going back to sleep. Daggummit.
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