ABSTRACT
Madeline stirred sluggishly from another poor night’s sleep. How many times had she gotten up to pee? Three, four, more?
The morning’s light peered through the blinds on her bedroom’s triple-hung windows. “Open wide,” she commanded. The yellow rays hit her eyelids with a jolt as the blinds turned upward in unison. Normally they’d lift automatically at 7:00 a.m., but these days Madeline preferred to use the voice command setting; she never knew what time she’d have the will to get up. She’d felt so tired for the last few months. Or was it a whole year she’d been sleepy throughout the day? She squinted, rubbing her eyes to try to clear her vision.
