If not for the clocks built into the Buggy, we would have no way of knowing the day from the night.
And so, with the raising of the now invisible sun, I woke up Fay's arms, on a small, makeshift bed we whipped out sometime during the night from whatever we could get our hands on.
To my surprise, the bedding was made from just some random clothes covered with a simple blanket and another blank filling in for the covers…
Not even the greatest mattress on earth could rival it when Fay's chest filled in for my pillow.
After a whole night of seeking each other's presence, Fay ended up with her long legs locked behind my back and her hands tightly wrapped around the back of my head, pulling it into the soft pillow of her chest.
Surrounded by nothing but Fay's softness, warmth, and fragrance, I opted to just close my eyes and cuddle up for just a little longer.
