I sank into the couch in the bunker’s living room, feeling utterly drained. Sam had gone out to grab some much-needed supplies, and I had meant to stay awake until he got back. But the comfort of the couch and the warmth of the blanket were too inviting.

I glanced at the clock, then back at the door, and muttered to myself, “I’ll just rest my eyes for a bit. Sam should be back soon.” Despite my best efforts to stay awake, exhaustion won out, and I soon drifted off into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Time slipped by unnoticed. The soft hum of the bunker and the quiet ambiance made for a perfect setting for a nap. I remained cocooned in the blanket, nestled into the couch cushions, completely unaware of the world outside my dreams.

At some point, I felt a gentle touch, though I didn’t fully wake. Sam had returned with the supplies and noticed me sleeping on the couch. His footsteps were careful and deliberate as he approached. I sensed his presence as he crouched down beside me, his voice soft as he murmured, “Hey, you fell asleep.”

Without waking me, Sam carefully lifted me into his arms. His movements were tender and reassuring. He carried me with gentle strength, his steps light and measured as he made his way to my room.

The journey was brief, and I barely stirred as Sam laid me down on the bed, adjusting the blanket around me to keep me warm. He took a moment to ensure I was comfortable, his expression a mix of affection and relief.

Once satisfied that I was settled in, he quietly left the room, the soft click of the door closing behind him a gentle reminder of his presence. I remained blissfully unaware, wrapped in the safety and care that Sam always provided, content in the knowledge that he was there, looking out for me.