Kate wakes with the dawn ... generally speaking.
This morning, however, is different. The light coming in the windows is warm and golden rather than pale blue. It's a nice day outside, and the cowgirl is still abed.
You can blame that on the bourbon.
She's curled around Dug, blankets twisted around her legs from a restless night of tossing and turning. The comfort of the dog snoring beside her chased the worst of her nightmares away, but it's been a hell of a week.
The good news is she probably won't remember most of it.
This morning, however, is different. The light coming in the windows is warm and golden rather than pale blue. It's a nice day outside, and the cowgirl is still abed.
You can blame that on the bourbon.
She's curled around Dug, blankets twisted around her legs from a restless night of tossing and turning. The comfort of the dog snoring beside her chased the worst of her nightmares away, but it's been a hell of a week.
The good news is she probably won't remember most of it.
