Catherine opened her eyes as sleep continued to elude her. She had been trying to rest for a while, but slumber still wouldn't come.
She wanted to fall asleep before Travis returned to the room, knowing he often wouldn't come back until he was certain she was sound asleep and sometimes not until midnight. On other nights, she would simply fake sleep when she felt him enter. Paradoxically, her pretense would usually become real the moment he lay beside her. His scent seemed to act as a lullaby, allowing her to drift off instantly.
Catherine glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was ten o’clock, and she was certain Travis wouldn’t return for a while. She was anxious to get some rest. She didn’t want to stay up late only to wake up hungry in the middle of the night. It wasn't
