She waits for a moment after the cloth over the door falls back, but soon enough there's nothing in the little hut except for her, her thoughts, and the silence.
Well, not really silence. She can hear the goats outside, the wind in the grass and the trees, the faint ripple of the lake water. But in here?
She turns to look at the bed, arms crossing over her stomach, fingers tapping on her elbow until she shakes herself and goes to sit on the edge of the mattress, taking off the sandals she'd been wearing so she can tuck her feet up onto the neat blankets. She pulls the folded throw under her head and settles onto her side, slightly curled, and looks at the wall until she closes her eyes with a deep breath and a sigh.
(It smells like him. She wishes that weren't as comforting as it is.)
Fortunately, she hardly has any time at all to worry about how she should feel about this situation: her fatigue comes crashing in on her like a wave and it's only moments before she's drifted off into deep sleep.
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Well, not really silence. She can hear the goats outside, the wind in the grass and the trees, the faint ripple of the lake water. But in here?
She turns to look at the bed, arms crossing over her stomach, fingers tapping on her elbow until she shakes herself and goes to sit on the edge of the mattress, taking off the sandals she'd been wearing so she can tuck her feet up onto the neat blankets. She pulls the folded throw under her head and settles onto her side, slightly curled, and looks at the wall until she closes her eyes with a deep breath and a sigh.
(It smells like him. She wishes that weren't as comforting as it is.)
Fortunately, she hardly has any time at all to worry about how she should feel about this situation: her fatigue comes crashing in on her like a wave and it's only moments before she's drifted off into deep sleep.