Books on Watch
A day closes in obedience to the clock,To weary yawns, more yawns, and wonky jointsWords read are unremembered at this hour,And pages lie open, idle, unseenThe windowpanes reflect only this roomAnd its books, neither neat…
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Susan awoke in her own bed in confusion. She didn’t remember falling asleep, and she didn’t feel as if she’d slept, though she knew she’d just opened her eyes. The sun mocked her disarray, glaring…