Epilogue

As I stole a glance at the clock resting on the bedside table, its luminous hands indicated a mere two o'clock in the morning, the world shrouded in a stillness that belied the restlessness stirring within me.

Rest eluded me inexplicably tonight. Each time I dared to surrender to slumber, it felt as though mere moments passed before I found myself compelled to rise once more, driven by the insistent call of nature. Such nocturnal wanderings were particularly arduous now, as I found myself nearing the culmination of my ninth month of pregnancy.