Carpe Diem (2011)
“When I woke up the next morning and took off my eye mask—something didn’t feel quite right. Odd. My PTP alarm hadn’t gone off—I’d overslept by three hours. I’d never overslept by three hours in my entire life! My head felt fuzzy. Just where was my PTP? I could have sworn I’d left it on my bedside table. I plucked out my earplugs and reached for my glasses. Then blinked rapidly three times. The room was completely bare except for a large shabby black backpack, a smaller shabby black daypack, and black buttpack.
And there was Grandma Gerd just about to tiptoe out.
“Whhttttssss—” I removed my retainer. “Where are Bags #1 through #10!?!”
She whirled around, caught. She gave me a big smile, accentuating the web of wrinkles around her emerald-green eyes and the whiteness of her teeth.
“Morning, kiddo! Everything’s been sent home, where it’ll be safe and sound and fungus-free.”
“Everything? What do you mean everything!?” I jumped out of bed and frantically rummaged through the backpack.
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