Rissa.”A pause. “Rissa. Open your eyes, babe.”

“No, I want to sleep more. I am so tired; I need more sleep,” Marissa thought as she snuggled deeper into her slumber.

The voice did not leave her, though: “Rissa, sweetheart. Come on, babe!”

“That voice. That voice is familiar,” she thought. She knew there was something she should remember, but she did not care at the moment. She just wants her well-deserved rest. She did not know what she had done to deserve the rest, but she knew that her body had earned it. Now the voice won’t leave her alone. Not that she minded the voice; of course, it was...