[She's asleep before he even finishes speaking. Exhaustion has settled in, and she's glad to sleep into a dreamless sleep. The darkness that overcomes her comforts her, and she rests soundly until the warmth of the sun starts to irritate her face. It's only then that she blearily blinks awake and sits up.]
Mmmph. It feels like I'm cooking.
[But she's not, she's just really warm. That's summer for you.]
Johnnie?
[Her head turns to glance over beside her to see if he's still there.]
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Mmmph. It feels like I'm cooking.
[But she's not, she's just really warm. That's summer for you.]
Johnnie?
[Her head turns to glance over beside her to see if he's still there.]