It was completely dark when Maggie woke. She was half-draped across Mike’s chest, her head nestled against his shoulder. Another arm was wound around her body, Kurt’s. She lay there only about half-awake, listening to the dual whispers of slow steady breathing. As far as she could tell, none of them had bothered to undress. God, as if that wasn’t a testament to how exhausted and stressed they all were.
She shifted slightly and Mike murmured something unintelligible. Mmm, there was going to have to be a bathroom run before she went back to sleep. She squirmed a little more and sat up slowly.
Immediately. Mike’s hand was on her arm. “You okay?” he mumbled.
“Fine. I need to pee.” She was surprised that he rolled out of bed and stood up. Maggie crawled out and headed off to the bathroom. By
