CHAPTER 18: LESSONS
There is a way of waking up that cannot be bettered.
That way involves being woken by sunlight coming through the curtains, and slowly coming to consciousness like rising from the bottom of a warm bath. You spend a few seconds as a blank slate, waiting for the memory of who and where you are to return. The bed is soft and just warm enough. And then the smell of eggs, bacon and toast wafts up from the kitchen.
Marie woke up this way, and knew at once that it was going to be a good day.