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Coffee Journal (CJ)IN MY DREAM, someone's crying, but as sleep fades, they appear muffled moans from Nikki's room, sounds of passion, not tears. Grabbing the pillow, I cover my head for a moment until I can't breathe. Another whimper of pleasure and I blush, imagining Nik's horror, knowing I heard every cry of ecstasy. I'll never tell. Silence again, but I can't sleep.
Rolling sideways and peeking from beneath the pillow, the laptop winks from the nightstand. I yawn and acquiesce to wakefulness, grab the laptop, and curl into the headboard. For several minutes, I stare bleary-eyed at my blog, until feet thud against the floor—Shane stepping from Nikki's bed. At any moment, he'll make a secret exit from Nikki's bedroom.
They're so ridiculous!
I'm not fooled by Nik's pretense of a one-
