I wound my limbs around Darby's to keep myself from climbing under the motel bed again and drifted in and out of sleep, if you could even call that sleep. Mostly I gnashed my teeth together while I tried to block the night from my mind but filter through why I had crawled under the bed. When the first rays of sunlight sliced through the paisley curtains, I still didn't have an answer.
I untangled myself from Darby, got up, and slid the curtains to the side. Spears of golden light stabbed into my eyes, and they watered at the sharp pain. Was this motel on the sun? I quickly pushed the curtains closed again. The lamp that guided me through the night would have to do.