Page 320 of The First Time
I'm awake.
I'm restless.
I doodle in my sketchpad. Manic, angry, terrified lines. The TV murmurs in the background. It casts a soft glow over my paper.
It's a blur of sounds and light.
Sometime after two A.M., I resolve to sleep. But not in the spare room. Not in the sex room. Even if it's going to be mine.
I go to Blake's room. I heard him leave his office to go to his bedroom. I didn't look, but I heard the doors opening.
I knock softly. No sounds. I open the door and step inside. It's an ordinary room. A bed, a dresser, a laptop charging on the floor. He works in here, too. He's addicted.
Blake is sleeping in the middle of the bed, stretched out wide. He takes up most of the space. I climb in next to him and wrap his arm around my waist.
He stirs. "Kat. You shouldn't be here."
"I don't care." I nestle into him. "I want to be here."
He murmurs something I can't make out. He pulls me closer. His breath slows like he's drifting back to sleep.
It happens quickly.
I fall asleep in his arms.
