Even in a strange room, she has slept long and deep. There's no telly to turn on at random, no phone to ring with eerie voices on the other end, no white clown looming. It's bliss, really, and her body is taking full advantage.
She's still out, her breathing deep and even, and not even his stirring wakes her.
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She's still out, her breathing deep and even, and not even his stirring wakes her.