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Surfacing from a deep sleep has always taken Alanna awhile, when she has the luxury of time and no one else is charged with the unfortunate task of helping her along.
This morning -- and she knows it's morning due to the bright sunlight stabbing at her eyeballs through her eyelids and the horrible scratchy tweeting sound coming from a nearby tree -- waking up takes her even longer than that, as layers and layers of haze peel away and leave her dimly aware of her surroundings.
This she knows:
1) She is lying on something hard and something soft.
2) Something died in her mouth during the night.
3) Her calf is itching.
4) A lot.
5) The something hard she's lying upon feels like an arm.
6) The arm is presumably attached to her husband, who is breathing on her ear with very bad breath.
7) There's a bottle under her foot.
Alanna grunts and slaps a hand over her eyes.
This morning -- and she knows it's morning due to the bright sunlight stabbing at her eyeballs through her eyelids and the horrible scratchy tweeting sound coming from a nearby tree -- waking up takes her even longer than that, as layers and layers of haze peel away and leave her dimly aware of her surroundings.
This she knows:
1) She is lying on something hard and something soft.
2) Something died in her mouth during the night.
3) Her calf is itching.
4) A lot.
5) The something hard she's lying upon feels like an arm.
6) The arm is presumably attached to her husband, who is breathing on her ear with very bad breath.
7) There's a bottle under her foot.
Alanna grunts and slaps a hand over her eyes.