***[POV: Fox-in-Denial]***
I'd positioned myself with my back against the container wall and on top of a towel on the rough, unpolished stone. One leg hanging off the side and one sneaker covered foot flat on top - knee raised up into the air in the most casual pose I could think of.
> This is very, very uncomfortable. What was I thinking? <
My phone was in hand, but my short attention span kept drifting to the woman curled up on my bed instead of the game I was half-heartedly playing. Kyrie had fallen asleep faster than I'd expected. Much faster.
Within minutes of her head hitting that pillow, her breathing had evened out. Into the deep rhythm of someone who desperately needed rest. And I can't help but find that concerning.
> She said the other day she hadn't been sleeping, but I thought our talking helped then. To crash that quickly... <
