Traci Ashbe Dark Fantasy Author

Photo by Sue Vincent

3 AM.

Why is it always 3 AM?  Why not midnight, when it was easy to drift back to sleep?  Or 5 AM, when it didn’t matter since the night was already old?

But 3 AM?

Bev rolled over and closed her eyes.  After a long time she opened them and stared at the wall.

No use.

She flopped onto her back and studied at the ceiling in great detail for hours.

Back to the clock.

3:01.

Really?  One freaking minute?