More to Go

I set down the book, unsure what to think. Maybe I was seeing stuff? With the phone call, the text, and now this? I just needed sleep.

Heading upstairs, I went into my room. My window was wide open and the curtain moved with the breeze. Did I really leave my window open all day? I guess it was hot out earlier.

Shaking my head, I closed the window and got into bed, not even bothering to change.

Everything would be better tomorrow.