(1985)
She rolled out of bed and walked downstairs to Tom, who was sound asleep on the couch. She nudged him over and curled up against his body. She was close to falling off the edge, which she found hilariously ironic. How symbolic of her life at the moment.
She reached up and pulled his arm across her, feeling his warmth, the firmness of his body, and felt better. His fingers closed around her hand. He stirred, then lifted his head. "Kayla?"
"I couldn't sleep. I needed some company."
"Okay." The next words he mumbled were unintelligible as he drifted back asleep.
She lay there awake, thinking and lamenting. And worrying.
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