Just A Sliver

Time is a funny thing. It moves at a snail’s pace when you’re being paid by someone else to spend your time on their work, but it moves quickly when it’s your time. What is the line from that song—days are long but years are short.

Minutes can be an eternity or a blink of an eye, too. It all depends on where you are in relation to the alarm.

For me, an hour close to the alarm sounding is napping with one eye open. I’m sure the alarm won’t sound and I’ll sleep through it, making me late for work. That did happen once. Only because the power went out and we don’t rely on our phones to wake us up.

To make matters worse, I wake up at the same time whether or not I work that day. Without an alarm. It’s my routine.

I just wish I could sleep through those slivers of time and actually be awoken by the alarm clock.

Ah, well. Maybe when I retire. Although I have it on good authority it takes years to break the routine.

Until next time.

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at www.lindaandrews.net She’d love to hear from you.
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One Response to Just A Sliver

  1. Pegtha says:

    That is why we retired people need a nap in the middle of the day. We wake two to three times in the night for various reasons, sometimes laying awake trying to figure out what woke us up, was it a sound, or my spouse making a noise, is he or she alright. So we get up to check and then we are awake for another hour or so.

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