Summons

The next morning, we were awoken to a tapping on the door that was far too cheery for whatever time it was. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand as Ben got up to get the door, pulling his jeans on as he went, and realized it was almost 10:00. So it wasn’t that early, but it still felt far too early to be awoken.

I couldn’t see Maggie’s face when he pulled the door open, but I could tell by her tone that she was surprised to see Ben, shirtless, at my door. “Well, good morning, Mr. Peterson,” she said as I struggled to pull on something more appropriate than Ben’s shirt, which is what I’d put on the night before right before I fell dead to the world. “Is Miss Nightingale… awake?” I wondered if she might say, “here,” as in, had we switched rooms or something, but I was dressed now and made my way over to the door, smoothing my hair a