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WHAT IF I'M TOO LATE

MELISSA’S POV

I woke up oblivious to what time of the day it was, though the weight of my sleep still clung to me like an old blanket. For a moment, I just lay there, blinking at the ceiling, trying to orient myself. My body felt heavy, as if I had wrestled through storms in my dreams. It had been so long since I had slept this deeply, so long since I had surrendered to the kind of sleep that leaves you disoriented when you wake, unsure of whether it’s morning, afternoon, or the beginning ...

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