groaned and fumbled for the alarm clock, intent on stilling the persistent, jarring ring. It couldn’t possibly be Monday morning already! But when she squinted bleary-eyed at the clock, the digital display confirmed that it was. With a sigh, she sank back against her pillow and stole a few extra moments under the downy warmth of the fluffy comforter. In the past seventy-two hours, she was lucky if she’d managed more than twelve hours of fitful slumber. She hadn’t been able to find a comfortable sleeping position in the bus on the way to Washington. But she’d figured she’d be so tired after standing for hours in the cold that she’d have no problem sleeping Saturday night on the way home. However, that theory was never put to the test. Because only a couple of hours into their return journey they’d had to pull into a truck stop when light snow suddenly turned into a blizzard. And they’d been stuck there until Sunday morning. They hadn’t gone hungry, but sleep was difficult.
