#Chapter 311 – Cora at Home

Cora When I wake up it’s almost eight at night and I groan, realizing that my sleep schedule is completely wrecked. I’m reminded, suddenly, of my years as a medical resident when this sort of thing was normal – sleeping all day, taking night shifts, living moment to moment rather than a steady, scheduled life. And quite frankly, right now? That sounds really wonderful, compared against a whole night of empty hours in which I have nothing to do but…think. Think about what I’m doing in my life, think about my career which has gone in a really weird direction, think about my relationship…s. About a certain kiss in the woods. About a sweet doctor who, apparently, wants to build a life with me. I sigh and sit up, looking around at my sterile little apartment. I never really decorated, I realize as I look around at the grey and beige furniture, the simple linens, the charmless curtains. Everything is functional and high quality but none of it is…me? Or is it?