Fiona Causes Trouble

I didn't expect that "nap" to turn into a deep sleep until 8 AM the next day, stretching lazily under the cozy covers, not wanting to get up.

The light streaming through the curtains was still bright, confusing me. How long had I slept?

Lingering in bed a bit longer, I wondered, what kind of feast takes so long to prepare? I was starving.

Reaching for my phone, I found it was off. Turning it on, the notifications chimed incessantly. It was 8:25 AM? That startled me. What?

I sat up and checked the date closely—it was the 16th.

My goodness!

I sprung out of bed, rushed to freshen up in the bathroom, still puzzled over how long I'd slept. This was the longest and deepest sleep I'd had since discovering George's issues—17 hours straight.

Rushing downstairs, it seemed my mom had gone to drop off the kids; the house was quiet.