Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
With the steady beat of time, Lucy lay in bed watching the shadow and light change shape on the ceiling as the night wore on. The streetlight cast an angled yellow beam through the large windows in her loft, while the light of the two moons was soft and cool. Dair slept beside her, their bodies having separated some time earlier, some time before Lucy?s sleeplessness stretched on into the predawn hours.
Dair?s presence was companionable. Lucy had not yet discovered the secret to unlocking her sleep. Neither the nighttime presence of Dair nor Fin had been able to send her to dreamland, but neither had spending the night alone. So she had asked Dair back, his body warming her through the night, even when there was a foot between them in her large bed.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Lucy rolled over to her side. Her apartment with its uncovered windows was just too bright to sleep. So bright, Lucy could see easily into the bathroom, and all the way through to the walk-in closet beyond with its door just barely ajar.
She had known there would be adjustments when she came home. A therapist once told her that any behavior repeated regularly for three months would become a habit and difficult to shake. The therapist meant to encourage the development of healthy habits, of course. But Lucy found herself unable to shake some of the habits she had begun in prison.
Each morning, she wrote down the day of the week on a scrap of paper she kept at bedside so that she could keep track. She hid extra money under her pillow, just in case. She couldn?t seem to eat anything without saving half of it for later. And she never left the apartment.
Still, she couldn?t sleep.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
It would get better. She had to believe it would get better.
Lucy slipped from the bed, careful not to disturb Dair. She picked up her pillow and a throw blanket, knowing Dair wouldn?t miss the extra warmth, and she moved through the bathroom to the walk-in closet. There, Lucy lay down on the floor, in the dark cocoon of her clothes, and she exhaled. With the door shut, it felt almost like her prison cell.
She closed her eyes, and there, she lay alone until morning, finally drifting to sleep.
With the steady beat of time, Lucy lay in bed watching the shadow and light change shape on the ceiling as the night wore on. The streetlight cast an angled yellow beam through the large windows in her loft, while the light of the two moons was soft and cool. Dair slept beside her, their bodies having separated some time earlier, some time before Lucy?s sleeplessness stretched on into the predawn hours.
Dair?s presence was companionable. Lucy had not yet discovered the secret to unlocking her sleep. Neither the nighttime presence of Dair nor Fin had been able to send her to dreamland, but neither had spending the night alone. So she had asked Dair back, his body warming her through the night, even when there was a foot between them in her large bed.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Lucy rolled over to her side. Her apartment with its uncovered windows was just too bright to sleep. So bright, Lucy could see easily into the bathroom, and all the way through to the walk-in closet beyond with its door just barely ajar.
She had known there would be adjustments when she came home. A therapist once told her that any behavior repeated regularly for three months would become a habit and difficult to shake. The therapist meant to encourage the development of healthy habits, of course. But Lucy found herself unable to shake some of the habits she had begun in prison.
Each morning, she wrote down the day of the week on a scrap of paper she kept at bedside so that she could keep track. She hid extra money under her pillow, just in case. She couldn?t seem to eat anything without saving half of it for later. And she never left the apartment.
Still, she couldn?t sleep.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
It would get better. She had to believe it would get better.
Lucy slipped from the bed, careful not to disturb Dair. She picked up her pillow and a throw blanket, knowing Dair wouldn?t miss the extra warmth, and she moved through the bathroom to the walk-in closet. There, Lucy lay down on the floor, in the dark cocoon of her clothes, and she exhaled. With the door shut, it felt almost like her prison cell.
She closed her eyes, and there, she lay alone until morning, finally drifting to sleep.