part vii:
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Natasha wakens with a start. She’s covered in sweat and gasping for air. She must have been dreaming though she can’t remember what. A tiny ray of filtered light has made its way around the curtain. It doesn’t feel like day to Natasha, but she hobbles towards the window and pulls aside the drapes.
The sun sits on the Eastern horizon, orange and rosy. The beauty of daybreak takes her breath away. Wow escapes her lips and she realizes then that she hasn't smiled since ... but she doesn’t remember.
What a beautiful Thursday morning this is, she thinks. Thursday ... her dream returns to her. The angst of the unknown intruder upon her life had made its way into her night. Now awake, she feels her heart beating fast for not knowing what – or who – Thursday will bring.
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