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It was her. She was in the coffin, dead. No waking up from this one, no sudden jolt upright for her. There she was, stuck in a coffin, dead.
“I want to wake up now!” she cried.
With a terrified snort, Elizabeth woke up. She rolled over to get back to sleep, but nothing was happening. She looked over at her alarm clock, and saw that she’d only been asleep for a little while. A shiny red “2:07” shone out from the alarm clock by her bed, taunting her with its gleeful numbers. She was drenched in sweat, and her heart pounded as if it were trying to escape her chest. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, and she closed her eyes to try to calm down.
“It’s okay, Liz,” she whispered. “It’s okay, it’s okay.”
She knew she wasn’t going to get back to sleep tonight, so she slid out of bed and crept downstairs.
The car to pick her up arrived before the sun rose. It was a newer model, black and shiny, and looked like somebody took good care of it. Elizabeth panicked; Mrs. Blinks had not yet arrived. No one was around to take care of the chldren.
“Great, ” she said. “The chance to really get ahead, and my baby sitter hasn’t shown up.”
The chance to get ahead was what she kept telling herself. Keeping her family alive was much closer to the truth. She needed to do these tests. Mrs. Blinks had to show up soon, or the car would leave without her.
She thought of ways to stall the car, and one actually made sense. She would…
How does she think she’s going to stall the car from leaving?