Chapter 6Gentle comfort lured Colin up from the depths of the most restful slumber he could recall ever having had. He felt warm, warmer than this thin, threadbare blanket could account for, spring notwithstanding. The mattress felt comfortable. Well, Christopher can afford nice things, he thought. But wait, I've slept in this bed before. It's a good bed, but…
The feeling of relaxation was so unexpected, so rare that he struggled to understand it. I feel like Atlas when he handed the world over to Hercules. Why is that?
A soft exhalation in the vicinity of his chin dragged his eyes open. Though morning had not come, a big, yellow moon shone in the window. Its light revealed the small, slender figure in his arms. Golden hair strewn across the bed. The scent of peaches. Daisy. Warm and rel
