She’s Mad

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

I woke up from a nap a while later. It was dark but, you know, it was winter, so it was only like six o’clock? Claire was out cold.

She had picked the bedroom that had the window that faced the back. I had tried to steer her toward the other one, which only had a small side window, but having less exposure to the outside walls meant it was better insulated and therefore warmer.

She was bundled under the covers, sleeping in a ball, her mouth open and snoring lightly. I decided not to wake her.

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