“I’m sorry, what?” Zoe asked, blinking hard as she looked up at the child talking to her and frowned, because she couldn’t for the life of her recall his name.
“Mom?” the boy said, watching her with keen interest as he handed her the only thing that would save her at this moment.
“Oh, thank god,” she mumbled reverently as she cupped the precious elixir from the gods.
“Can I get you anything else, mother?” the boy asked with a devious little smile that meant something, but she couldn’t quite figure out what that something was.
Everything was so fuzzy. It was hard to focus on anything for and then a few seconds before she…
What was she thinking about?
God, she was so tired.
All she wanted to do was to curl up under the table and go to sleep. Was she supposed to be this tired? she tried to remember as she took a healthy sip of the hot elixir that she would save her from this oblivion. Her precious coffee would make everything right so that she could…umm, she could…