“Roland?” Lyric said, almost ten minutes later.
“Hmm?” Roland replied, inhaling sharply as he shifted around a little.
“Sorry for waking you up.”
“It’s okay.”
They were silent for a minute, but curiosity got the best of him. “Lyric?”
“Hmm?”
“What did you dream of?”
He waited for a reply, and when he peeked over at the boy, he realised he had fallen asleep. Roland stared at the ceiling for what seemed to be forever before he drifted off to sleep again.
This time, Roland woke to the sun shining down on his face. He groaned a little. He had meant to move his bed so the sun no longer shined on his bed in the morning. He tried to shift a little or to face away from the sun, but then he looked down when he felt something heavy on his chest. Lyric was asleep and using his chest as his pil
