They slept in the same bed, and Mark's strong arm embraced Stephanie. She couldn't drift off for the first half of the night but didn't make any noise for fear of waking up Mark. She knew that Mark had played his role as a caretaker so well; he worked during the day and waited on her every night. How could she deny one night of sound sleep from him?
When the digital clock that illuminated the room with its red number showed 2 in the morning, Stephanie extracted herself from Mark's warmth. She slid from the bed without making any sound, only leaving a partly mucked-up sheet on her side of the bed.
She treaded the ceramic flooring lightly and pulled the ajar door wider. Walking over to the kitchen, she poured the water from the dispenser into her mug. Her wobbly feet brought her to a chair, and she plopped herself down.
