Deprived

I was not used to being out of bed early; I stayed up most nights and slept only fitfully if at all, so the rising Sun, which I could not see from the pillow, but which launched its first faint rays reassuringly at the window was the welcome signal I awaited before hitting an indefinite snooze button on the broken alarm clock inside my head that kept rousing me intermittently of its own accord. [...]


I've withdrawn the story while I rewrite it, please email if you'd like to know when it's done. -MAP, July 13