That night, I slept alone in a big bed in the middle of a rose garden. Gabriel had shooed everybody out of the Hub Garden, stating that I needed my rest.
Since he was my attending physician, not even Corwin and Connor could fight his authority even though they wanted to be near me.
Gabriel put the IV drip back into my arm, shot some medication into the bag, and then turned off the sun and left me in the dark with just a smattering of stars glittering up the ceiling.
I didn't even get a big bright moon overhead for a night light.
First I turned this way, and then I turned that way, and then after half-an-hour of this-way/that-way, I sat up. I'd been sleeping so much lately that I had been slept-out.
The scent of night roses, delightful and refreshing during the day, was overwhelming at night. The sound of the trickling brook also seemed loud and out-of-place in the absence of any other noises.
