The Day Without a Morning

It would be another day, or at least that was what she believed. The mornings always surprised her, coming out of her dreams and dragging her back into this familiar world.

Or, that was what Helen thought.

This was not the morning, though. Her phone chirped its usual morning song. Helen hated the way it sounded so smug and cheerful at such an unearthly hour. This morning, as usual, she swiped at it with unwieldy fingers to get the damn thing to snooze. She vowed as she did every morning to ch...