#lockwolft

A gentle light fell over the weight of thin olive hued lids & they flutter – causing a break in her short sleeping cycle. It had been, a long night after everything that happened, a slow breath shifting from her throat && blinking  softly as she came to. & there was comfort with him being there, even as the unconsciousness slips away and a cold breeze of reality settles in. She had taken the couch, he was resting below in a singular blow-up bed. A nimble hand will out stretch, crawling along his arm and lazily pushing on the his shoulder. “Tyler?” she spoke softly, sleepily. “Wh-what time is it?”