DeaconI had a hell of a time waiting for Katie to fall asleep. By how relaxed she’d been that evening, I would’ve thought she was dead tired, but instead, after dinner, we stayed up for two hours watching shitty reruns on the cheap motel TV. Katie kept yawning, but we stayed up past three in the morning. By the time I turned the lights off, I was sure she’d pass out the second her head hit the pillow.
Instead, she took f*****g forever. I was lying next to her, and every five or ten minutes, she’d start thrashing around and turn over. Katie was a very particular sleeper; she had to have something like a pillow between her knees, her feet exposed, and her body mostly covered. She’d laughed at me for sleeping with a pillow over my head, but the truth was that she was much fussier than I’ve e
