In The Heat Of The Night
byI woke up in the wee hours this morning and didn’t even glance at the clock. I didn’t need too. I know what stupid o’clock feels like.
I woke up in the wee hours this morning and didn’t even glance at the clock. I didn’t need too. I know what stupid o’clock feels like.
I’d gone to snuggle into her and, unusually, found her head lying directly on the mattress. I could tell the moment her memory kicked in, because suddenly she was sitting upright. “That little thief!”