Veronica Letourneau

Blank Pages for Closed Eyes

Blank Pages for Closed Eyes By Veronica Letourneau It was the sun reflecting in my eye and the cool morning air sweeping in from the window that woke me up. My head ached and my shouldered tense from what must have been a stressful night that I didn’t remember. While this kind of morning was seemingly not strange, there was something about it that made the hairs on my arms rise and my back sweat cold. I reached over to the phone on my bedside table, my blanket sliding off as I sat up in my bed. It was 7am, too early for my alarm to go off. Why did I wake up so early?