I look down and realize, even though it’s dark outside, I’m still in the same shorts and tank top I wore to school on Friday. I don’t remember coming upstairs or falling asleep, or even the sun setting. I sit up in bed and blink my eyes a few times, waiting for them to acclimate to the darkness. The bright green letters of the clock by the bed tell me it’s close to three o’clock in the morning. And then I see the day and realize it says Sunday instead of Saturday. I pick it up, thinking it must be wrong, but unless the geosynchronous satellites rotating around Earth are out of sync, it’s really Sunday morning, and I’ve slept for over twenty-four hours. “Mom?” Her room is only down the hall, so I don’t call too loudly. There’s no answer. “Mom?” A little louder this time. Still nothing. I stand up and find my shoes by the bed, right where I normally leave them, and after I slip them on, I open the door and walk to my mom’s room to check for her.
