The smell of fresh coffee gave me strength to roll over. Worried, I glanced at the cluttered nightstand. Had I remembered my 5 a.m. pill? Hidden the doctor’s report in my underwear drawer? Yes, and yes.
Everything hurt from my toe joints to my hair. I rocked back and forth until I could sit up. My spine crackled and crunched. I slid swollen feet into my fuzzy slippers. I could hear the tappity-tap of little feet coming down the hall.
“Morning, Nana. How are you?” my granddaughter sang in her sweet voice.
“Fine, Poppet.” And for a moment I was.