Part XXIV: Sleep
‘Lucy?’
I like my real name. So much so that I don’t react.
‘You alright, Lucy?’
I give the tiniest of nods.
‘It’s all a bit much, isn’t it?’
Tom sounds as tired as I feel. I need sleep. The state I’m in, I can’t make a decision anymore. This is the rest of my life we’re talking about.
‘You have a bed for me?’
He laughs one of those joyless laughs.
‘A bed for you? I’ve so many beds, you can sleep in a new one more every night for weeks.’
I choose the top bunk next to his.
Another great installment. Where wil we go from here?
Hope FFD went well – read anything exciting?
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