The Perfect Child
David Morgan awoke three minutes before his alarm. Or rather, three minutes before what used to be called an alarm. The bedroom slowly brightened as though the sunrise had received instructions overnight. The curtains opened just enough to reveal a pale Florida morning spreading across the canal behind the house. There was no buzzing clock. No ringing phone. No artificial voice demanding productivity. Just a calm, familiar presence. “Good morning, David.” He stretched. “Morning.” “You slept six hours and forty-three minutes. Your sleep quality was eighty-four percent. Your heart rate remained elevated between 2:13 and 2:41 a.m.” David opened … Continue readingThe Perfect Child