My skin felt the soft, yet crisp, sensation that went along with the floral aroma gently wafting through my sinuses. The unmistakable feel and smell of freshly washed sheets told me to stay where I was for as long as possible. That desire was countered by the bright rays assaulting my pupils through closed eyelids. Coupled with the warming sensations those rays were having on my skin, the sun was telling me I had already stayed too long. I finally convinced the tiny muscles around the eye orbits in my skull to pry my eyelids apart and bring my last sense online. When my upper and lower lids parted, my eyes focused on the clock. The display confirmed what my other sense had already relayed. I had overslept. It was 7:33. My body normally wakes up between 5:30 and 6:00 on its own. Last night, I made the mistake of not setting my alarm when I went to bed. After everything that happened yesterday, I guess I wasn't surprised that I needed more rest than the average night. I sat up and rotated my body so that my feet touched the floor next to the bed and looked for my pants. They were still crumpled up on the floor where they had fallen when I took them off just prior to collapsing into my bed.
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