TIMOFEY
Piper sleeps all day.
After we got home from the emergency room, I tucked her into my bed. She fell straight to sleep, and aside from one barely conscious bowl of soup and a bathroom break, she hasn't budged.
Late afternoon sun slants across my bedroom. Stripes of it warm the comforter. I'm lying next to Piper in bed, a book open on my lap that I haven't read a single sentence from in hours.
She's too fucking beautiful.
Her face is puffy and creased from sleeping. Her hair is a tangled mess. She is drooling slightly out of the corner of her pouty mouth. But she is the single most gorgeous creature I've ever laid eyes on.
I reach out and stroke a finger along the delicate hollow of her cheek. She stirs, her brows pinching together. "What time is it?"
"You've been sleeping for sixteen hours."
Her brows rise up cartoonishly, but she still doesn't open her eyes. "You let me waste so much time."
