When I woke up she wasn't in my arms and I panicked immediately. Had I managed to lose her after all? As soon as I opened my eyes I saw that she was kneeling on top of the covers, watching me. She wore my sweater like a short dress, and it looked almost unbearably sexy on her. She smiled down at me.
"I was just watching you sleep. I hope that's not too creepy."
I smiled back.
"No, it's not. You look better."
She did. Some color had returned to her face and her eyes were lucid and relaxed, not wild and feverish like they had been on the porch. I wondered if she had been physically ill and if that had contributed to her...to her suicide attempt. I still have trouble even thinking about those words to this day, much less writing them.
She looked away from me, played with her hands nervou
