There’s a weight on me, something draped over my stomach. I glance down and see that it’s an arm, attached to Robbie. His skin is warm, and it feels like I’m nestled up next to a fireplace, all cozy and safe. His body is pressed against mine like he’s the big spoon, and I’m the little spoon. We didn’t fall asleep like that, so I wonder at what point in the night the pillow wall got completely dismantled. Maybe subconsciously Robbie was trying to comfort me because he knew I was upset. I played it off like I was fine, but he knew.
