She awoke with a jolt that resulted in a pounding head, aching shoulders and a knot underneath her third chakra, as though the alarm itself had injected the events of the previous day back into her head. Immediately her mind was racing with doubt and regret, and grasping for a thought that didn't make her feel like a sinking ship, she rolled onto her side and looked out the window.
The new day glowed green through the grey dawn. From where she lay in the bed she could see the garden, a swath of potential on the verge of bearing fruit. Through the darker greens of leafy growth, the yellow-orange trumpeting squash blossoms and pale, round, firm beginnings of tomatoes winked at her. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, relieved that yesterday was over.
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