CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The next morning, the blue jay gives his alarm.
Sarah slides out of bed. Her knees are stiff, but not quite as sore. She looks down at the bandages. Small blood circles brighten up the middle of the cheesecloth. Sighing, she rubs her eyes, letting her face rest in her hands for a bit, and then pulls back. Oh, right. She had forgotten about the large bruise along her jaw. Sighing, she runs a finger along her jaw, looking up, and stares at the wall. After a few minutes, she turns towards Peter. He snorts, rolling to face her, and snuggles into his pillow. She gets out of bed, walking to his side, and blows in his ear.
Peter groans, shaking his head, and furrows his eyebrows. He flops onto his stomach, putting his arms under the pillow.
Sarah continues to blow, giggling
