Tessa Simmons moved back and forth, back and forth. The lulling, quiet, almost peaceful swaying nearly coached her back to sleep, but panic ran through her mind, telling her to struggle to stay awake.
Or get awake.
She blinked, trying to grasp onto the threads of thought wafting through her mind. She couldn’t fall asleep again. The surface beneath her pi…
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