Neither of them could sleep, minds fluttering with restless thoughts like moths around a flickering bulb. That night, you and Amelia settled on your couch for another night of using the TV as white noise, the dim light offering some comfort. You leaned against her, eyes heavy, and she felt the warmth of your presence beside her.

When you finally succumbed to sleep, your head resting on her shoulder, her better judgment wavered. Amelia knew better, she should move you; yet, with you there, she felt a profound calm. She let her head drop to rest against yours, surrendering to the stillness and whispering to herself, “So this is what safety feels like…”