Tired
SAWYER I rolled over in the most comfortable bed to wrap my arm around a sound asleep two-year-old. Tucker buried into my chest and wiggled his foot in between my knees. I groggily blinked, letting my eyes come back into focus. I had no idea what day it was or the time. But the reality of our situation came flooding back into my memory, and my heart pounded in my chest as I tried to calm my nerves with the very real presence of my currently-safe son. I dared not to move a muscle as the beauty of this apartment pressed on me from all angles. The luxury bedding and décor, the fully stocked dresser of clothes in my size and a full wardrobe for Tucker. The toy chest of brand-new items that he has been fawning over since we arrived. The steady stream of food that has arrived every few hours
- Writer
