Chapter Eighteen
Jen
I must’ve fallen asleep during the movie, for I woke in bed with all the lights off and Dylan drooling on his pillow next to me. He’d stripped me down to my underwear. I put on the pajamas I laid out yesterday and crept into the bathroom to brush my teeth and strip my makeup off. Was there a woman that didn’t hate that feeling of sleeping without a clean face?
Now I was awake, there was nothing to do but use the energy. I got the notebook and pen out of my handbag I used for story ideas and started writing. Maybe my next book would be about a couple setting off on a ship to raise a family on a colony they’d never seen before.
“Jen?” I heard mumbled. There’d been nights before where I woke up needing to jot down an idea and he never slept through my leaving the bed.
