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Thandi takes a deep breath as she shifts. Her pillow is warm. She opens her eyes with a yawn and sees Charlie above her, fast asleep, leaning back. This is his lap. Of course. How could she have forgotten?
She’s been lulled to sleep by his quiet reading, and she imagines that he hadn’t the heart to move her, so he was stuck. A quiet giggle escapes her as she pulls up her blanket—his vest thrown over her carefully. It wasn’t even cold, but Charlie does seem to enjoy fussing over her constantly.
Her fingers touch his cheek gently, going from cheek to his hair. It’s nice, when he looks peaceful like this. Much less stressful. And he was always stressing about every little thing. Thandi smiles and turns over, pressing her face into his hip. For warmth. It smells nice, too. Sleep comes back easily.