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.