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I bolted awake during the night, but having JD on the other side of the bed made it easier to get back to sleep, much the way a pet would. He was a warm, physically comforting presence, and because we weren’t in a relationship, there was no expectation of him helping analyze or fix anything; he was just there.
Or that’s what I thought. In fact, my difficulties had not gone unnoticed over the past week. JD brought it up over coffee in the morning. We were on our second cup, dawdling because neither of us was quite ready to begin the day.
“You don’t seem to sleep very well,” he said.
“For you to notice, that means you don’t sleep very well either.”
“That’s partially true,” he admitted. “I am a light sleeper, but I usually get back to sleep pretty easily. That’s a little more difficul
