Hope

I wake from my nap with the disorienting sense that time has slipped sideways on me again. Sunlight spills across the floor in warm stripes, and my wolf stretches inside my chest like she’s been coiled too tight for too long.

Keith must have put into bed when I fell asleep.

Up, she urges. We’re late.

I groan softly and sit up, rubbing my face before my hand slips down to cup my belly that feels heavier than it did yesterday.

Lately it feels like my natural state vacillates between waking up and just about to fall asleep.

Luna or not, there’s always something I should have done already,...