The first thing I noticed was the blanket. It was heavy enough to be warm without feeling uncomfortable and it smelled faintly of fresh laundry and wood smoke.
For a few sleepy seconds I couldn’t remember where I was.
Then the familiar sounds of quiet conversation drifted through the clubhouse and someone was loading dishes into the kitchen.
A football game played softly on the television in the corner and children laughed somewhere outside before a car door closed.
I blinked slowly and looked around. I was still stretched across one of the clubhouse couches.
At some point after dinner I’d fallen asleep without even realizing how tired I was.
I sat up carefully and the blanket slipped into my lap as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.
“You finally woke up. I was beginning to thi
