The mattress sank as someone crawled into bed next to me. The light through the curtains looked like mid-afternoon, and the room was a little stuffy. I felt gentle fingers in my hair, loosening some of the sleep-packed curls.
“You’ve been napping long enough,” my sister said. “It’s time you had something to eat.”
“Give it up,” I said. “I went to bed with wet hair. You’re liable to lose a limb in there.”
She untangled her fingers and reached for my hand instead, snuggling against me so we were shoulder to shoulder. “Do you remember when we used to sleep in the same bed when we were little?” she asked.
“Sure. But I’m not sure how much we actually slept, which is probably why Mom and Dad wouldn’t let us do it all the time,” I said, recalling whispered secrets into the wee hours.
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