Fantastic. I reached up against the nightstand for my glasses and slid them on slowly. There wasn’t any trace of pain left over from earlier, just an overwhelming sluggishness trying to pull me back down into sleep. I leaned over the side of the bed and fumbled around for the phone. The room was pitch black, so it took awhile. Muttering annoyed protests at the inconvenience, I struggled up out of the warm, comfy bed and went for the windows. After I was done pulling down the towels and opening the curtains, sunlight streamed into the room once again. It was good to know I hadn’t slept the whole day away—just the school day. I don’t know what I was expecting when I dialed our number in Montana. Would he let me go over to voicemail? Or would he pick up the receiver only to slam it down again? I expected each of these and worse, so when Uncle John answered the phone like nothing had changed, I sat there in silence.
