Wren
I can’t sleep for two reasons.
One: The situation we’re all in plays on a loop in my mind.
Two: Ezra isn’t here.
It’s been a while since we slept away from each other, and now that I’m mad at him, I told him to leave me alone.
He did.
I’ve tossed and turned on this bed so many times, with all the thoughts running through my mind.
Slowly, I hear my door creak open. I stiffen, squeezing my eyes shut as I pretend to be asleep.
There’s a soft thud and a quiet, “shit.”
But I don’t stir. Thankfully, I turned off all the lights and so I listen to what he’s doing.
A lot of quiet shuffling, soft mutters and eventually everything settles. I frown.
The bed didn’t dip so he’s not on it. The door didn’t open and close again, so he’s still in here.
Doing what?
I wait a few more second
