Clara had never been a morning person even in the best of circumstances and normally rolled out of bed as gracefully as a rusty door hinge. So she felt borderline shocked when her eyelids opened of their own accord before dawn. Despite all that had happened the day before, she felt remarkably rested and energized – as if all her joints had been oiled in the night. As she emerged from her cocoon of coverlets, her toes sank into the thick, soft carpet. She raised her hands above her head and stretched in satisfaction.
Love this concept of "degrees!" I'm intrigued.
Wow loving this sto