heavy, sluggish, from log.]
The alarm blared like a fleet of fire trucks. Sara hit snooze, but feeling too logy to rise, burrowed back under the blankets. Seemingly seconds later, the alarm sounded again. She smacked it and closed her eyes, thinking, Five more minutes…
Hours later, the phone rang, a voice mail left saying Sara was late for work. That afternoon, knocks sounded at the front door.
It wasn’t until the next day, when her sister, tired of being ignored, used the spare key. Her scream had the neighbors running to her side. Still under the blankets, Sara lay, hogtied, her throat slit.