Monday morning dawned bright and early, too early in Willow’s opinion. She still suffered from exhaustion from the past weekend and wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed and sleep the day away. She could imagine how drained the authors felt this morning after expending so much energy at the book signing over the weekend. She just walked around and bought books; she didn’t have to shake hands and be on stage for three different gatherings. Yet, it still exhausted her. Luckily, she was smart enough to take today off and be lazy. She wondered if Benson had done the same thing.