There was no point staying in bed, waiting for her alarm. Lindsey was up. Very up.
It was still dark outside, but the dim light of her alarm clock painted her bedroom in monochrome blue. Lindsey rubbed the sleep from her eyes, letting them adjust to the shadowy shape looming above her.
As her eyes focused, Lindsey recognized the familiar pattern of her bed sheet, held aloft by her morning wood like a sail hanging from the mast of a ship. She smiled and folded her arms behind her head, arching her back in a cat-like stretch.
