awoke with a strange conviction hounding her. Kind of like she’d swallowed her alarm clock during the day and the thing was going off in her belly. Intuition. Anxiety. Dread. No snooze button on that shit. As she went and took a shower, she continued to be dogged by the sense that forces unseen and unknowable were coalescing, that the landscape was going to shift, that the chess pieces of various people were about to be moved by hands not their own, to places not part of their strategies.
