Rashid
The bed next to me was cold when I ran my hand over it searching for Lyla.
My eyes were heavy when they opened, my vision temporarily blinded by the light overhead shining down on me. I rolled onto my back with a groan before sitting up and stretching my body out from the cramped position.
The room was empty aside from me.
Maybe she'd gotten up to shower or make food. Having no idea what her nightly routine was, I'm sure my interrupting it had offset whatever schedule she had for herself. A part of me felt bad for doing it while the other was deeply satisfied.
My back cracked when I stretched my arms over my head, a soft groan escaping me. While I hadn't slept too long, it'd been deep and restful. Much different than the rest I'd been getting since landing in the States.
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