She awoke with the taste of rotting seawater festering in her mouth, half remembered dreams of dwarves, Italian weddings and shelves of unused dusty glasses fleeing her mind like startled mice. She glared at the blurred streak of red light of her bedside clock, the digits refusing to come into focus for her sleep smeared eyes. She gave up and pulled the duvet back over her head. She knew it was past time she should be up so what would five more minutes cost?
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