KIERAN BLACKWOOD
The sleep has been difficult lately.
Even when my body gives in to exhaustion, my mind offers no respite.
But today, after hours in Scarlett's arms, I finally fall asleep, free from worries.
It's as if the weight of the world has been lifted off me, even if temporarily.
Then, something stirs me.
It's not a sound or a nightmare, but a touch.
Warm, familiar, and full of intentions that my body recognizes before my mind fully wakes.
My eyes open slowly, blinking to focus, and the first thing I see is Scarlett.
She’s kneeling over me, her tousled hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes watching me with a glimmer that makes me forget how to breathe.
"Scarlett?", my voice comes out hoarse, still heavy with sleep.
"Shh," she whispers, pressing a finger to my lips b
