I woke up, and my arm twitched. I thought it was dead. I had to struggle to open my eyes because of the crust, and then saw auburn-blonde puff everywhere.

My right arm still worked though, so I rolled to my dead left and found the top of her small hip, which twitched.

Her slow moan concerned me because 1) Either she didn’t know who I was, and was thinking about someone else, or 2) She wanted to stay.