"Morning, sunshine," said Pablo's quavering voice.
The second I had opened my eyes, they'd met with his. Pablo was sitting by my side, leaning uncomfortably on the edge of the bed. He looked tired. Exhausted, even. His eyes were red and kept fluttering shut. He kept stifling his yawns, and his wrinkles seemed so deep, it was as if he'd aged a few years overnight.
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Half-past six. You slept for fifteen hours straight," he said, and smiled timidly. "That's almost two full beauty sleeps."
"Then I'm almost twice as beautiful now," I chuckled softly.
He graced me with a kind grin that lasted no more than a second, before his tired gaze swept past me and across the wooden floor, and his trembling thumb grazed across the palm of my open hand.
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