Even stuck in my head, I at least knew my body was safe with him. I didn’t sleep in this state, not like I had before. But Isaiah gave me his bed, said the words that made me lay down, and he slept on the floor. I stared at the ceiling and wondered why he did it until sunlight filled the room and the day repeated. He never tried to touch me. It was quite the opposite, as if he were afraid to, and I didn’t mind one bit. It was strange to feel peace when I could feel nothing at all.
