Miranda guided Carson back to the apartment, his arm draped over her shoulder. His tall frame leaned against her like a comforting weight.
In the bedroom, she helped him onto the bed.
"Good night!" Miranda yawned, closing her eyes and curling up under the covers.
Within moments, her breathing became steady, punctuated by occasional gentle snores.
Comfortably in bed at last, Carson found sleep elusive. He turned on his side, staring at the blanketed mound three feet away.
At some point, sleep finally claimed him, though he didn't remember exactly when.
The next morning, they were awakened by a knock on the door.
"What time is it?" Miranda mumbled, turning to face Carson.
He glanced at his watch. "Eight-thirty."
Carson had actually been awake for a while. His internal alarm clock us
