She stared at the ceiling, thinking of the man lying on her couch, just a few meters away from her bedroom door. He insisted on staying and camping in her living room to guarantee she would be ok for the night.
She wanted to offer the comfort of her bed, but she did not want him to think she was moving too fast in their relationship. But she could not help but wonder if he was comfortable on her couch since he seemed too big.
"No, don't do it." She whispered to herself, stopping her from sliding out of bed and exiting her room.
Deep sleep seemed to deprive her as she kept waking up at all hours. Maybe it was because she had been sleeping all day, or it could be the medication. Whatever it was, she was ready to give up.
But compared to yesterday, she was feeling so much better. It was as if she was almost a hundred percent back to her usual self. Still, she was proceeding with caution, not wanting the sickness to come back.
