Then she shifted.
A loon called across the water. Long and low and sad. Lena’s fingers twitched, then curled slightly, as if she were holding onto something in a dream. -ENG- Sleeping Cousin -RJ353254-
And then, without opening her eyes, she whispered—so softly I almost thought I imagined it— "Tu es là." Then she shifted
No lights. No fan. No excuse to stay in my assigned room, a closet-sized box of heat and stale pillows. then curled slightly
Either way, I have never sat so still in my life. And I have never felt so entirely awake.