She wanted to say she wasn't tired, she couldn't sleep, but he turned slightly, shifting from laying on his back to his side, and as she was laying on top of him, she was brought into the bed with him.
"Just consider it... keeping me company. I can't sleep when I'm alone."
She pursed her lips and then gently nodded her head.
He patted her back, "Good girl, don't overthink, just sleep."
She blinked, the scent of him filled her nostrils—a musky smell mixed with the strong fragrance of alcohol. Her eyes felt hot, but she wasn't sure why.
Was it his voice that was too immersive, or his embrace that was too reassuring?
She hadn't had a good night's sleep for a long time, yet gradually she obeyed him and slowly closed her eyes.
Perhaps, she was just too tired.
.....
Illness strikes as swiftly as a collapsing mountain, and recedes as slowly as drawing silk.
