Autumn rolled over. The clock beside her glared at her, the red numbers glaring in her face. It was 3:33. This was the third night this had happened. Always the same time. Her heart raced, and she took a sip from her glass. She sighed out, calmed by the stillness of her room. She took another deep breath, and watched the clock. Still 3:33. Her hand moved to her chest, rising and falling softly as her heart slowed down. The minute changed. Standing up, Autumn moved to the window, cracking it slightly. The sweet, crisp country air drifted inwards, soothing her...
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