Freedom (1)

1 2 Buckle my shoe
3 4 Knock at the door
5 6 Why is that man staring at me?
Jennifer sat up, groggily wiping sleep from her eyes. The screen of her laptop had gone dark and the laptop seemed to be sleepy. Great, she thought. It had hibernated. She checked her phone for the time. 3:45AM. She rolled her neck in a variety of positions. Then she scanned the checklist she had made for the project she had to complete. Only one item was left. Her entire body hurt. The project was due by 11PM the next day. She went to bed.
After what seemed like 5 minutes, she heard a noise at the front door. She ignored it. It couldn’t be. She heard another noise, a knock this time. She ignored it. Then a more persistent one came and she threw off her duvet angrily, preparing to go outside and scream the person away.
She opened the door. There was nobody there.
As she prepared to go back to her room, the knock came again. With the anger of one who has been awake a little too long, she almost yanked the door off its hinges.
Uncle Monday.
She woke up.
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8:00AM- After waking up properly, Jennifer had rushed to the bathroom and then after business was concluded, she knelt beside her bed and laid her forehead on her bed. She was tired. So tired. The only thing she could think and hope that God was hearing was this plea for help- “Dear Lord, please grace me through this day. Please Lord, Please”.
8:30AM- Getting up from her knees, she wiped her eyes and walked to the sitting room. Looking again at her checklist, she quickly completed the project and sent it by e-mail.
Checking her phone, she saw that she had 3 messages.
The first one made her smile.
The second wiped the smile from her eyes.
The third caused her to faint.

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