“It’s your turn,” Addison grumbled, her voice muffled by the pillow she was planted into. Her eyes were crusted with sleep and she shifted her head over a little to avoid the drool puddle she had accumulated during the night.
I broke the silence with a short cough. If anyone else had been in the sunlit room with me, they would have started and stared as if I’d broken a silence not meant to be disturbed.
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