Wrapped AttentionPart Two Tuesday
Alex was in the middle of a wonderful dream of holding Tabitha in his arms when the damned alarm ripped him out of it. He swore, hit the snooze button on his second flail, and rolled over to try to recapture a little of the feeling. He rolled into Tabitha's warm back. "Are you real?" he asked. "I think so. What's wrong?" "The damned alarm clock. It's hard to explain. Let me kiss you like this. My beard is too scratchy for the front of your head." "I'm not really awake...