CHARLOTTE
I´m trying to sleep, but can´t. Michael has his arms around me and drifts between sleeping and waking. From his breathing, I´d say he´s sleeping right now.
Blurry-eyed, my head aching from too much crying, I watch my Master. He´s close, all but next to me after Michael pushed the two single beds together.
His eyes blink open.
He´s not focussed, his stare glazed, not fixing on anything.
But he´s waking.
I push back to my sleeping lover. “Michael! Michael!”
Michael´s voice is confused, groggy. “What? Charlotte? What was that?”
“He opened his eyes. He´s waking up.”
But as I look back, and Michael sits up to see, my Master´s eyes are closed again.
It doesn´t matter. He´s waking up... He´s getting better.
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I sit in the armchair by my Master´s side, reading to him.