A Gift On AwakeningAfternoon sunlight suddenly poured through the bedroom windows, after having been interrupted by clouds. It was raw and barely shaded. As it hit Jim, lying on his stomach on the bed, it made him stir with its warmth on his bare skin. He half-opened his eyes, groggy from a deep and dreamless sleep, and he looked into the pillow. Blue, he thought. When did I last change the sheets? I could have sworn I put the green set on last. His alarm clock seemed to be blinking next to the bed, intruding on his sluggish brain. Blinking? he thought. Must have had a power outage in the night. Just as well that I have no clients I ne
