She woke at five-forty-seven.Without an alarm. She had been waking at five-forty-five, five-fifty for the past year, the body having calibrated itself to the rhythm of the days she had been living. Cameron was awake beside her — or just becoming awake, the particular quality of someone transitioning from sleep to consciousness, not fully in either.She lay still for a moment in the particular quiet of very early morning and thought about nothing specific. Not the board meeting. Not Margaret's warning. Not the day's calendar, which she had reviewed the night before and which she would review again at her desk in an hour but which did not require reviewing yet. She lay still and was present in the specific room and the specific morning and that was enough.Then she got up.The gym was in the building, two floors down. She went at six and had it to herself for forty minutes, which was the usual outcome at this hour.She ran. She did the weight work she had developed over the year — noth
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