Mary tossed and turned, sweating, the duvet scrunched at her feet despite the soothing hum of the air conditioner.
She sighed loudly and mentally began ticking off her checklist for the hundredth time.
Hearing four loud chimes from the grandfather clock, she darted up awake, alert and anxious, like a deer being chased by a lion.
Making her way to the kitchen she set the tea pot to boil, taking in deep calming breaths.
She fingered the red and white board with a wry smile that read "SPUNK & BITE" that the decorators would put this morning before the grand launch of her restaurant, hoping everything would go well.
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