This Is What She's Waiting For

The following day, Abigail jolted awake in a panic when she realized she was late; it was nearly eight.

She sat up quickly, attempting to escape her blanket, but Sawyer pulled her back into his arms.

"Where are you going?" his hoarse voice whispered near her ear.

Abigail looked up to see Sawyer's eyes, but he still kept them closed.

"Sawyer, are you still sleepy?" she asked with a smile, playfully rubbing his thick eyebrow. Despite her efforts, he tightly shut his eyes. "What time did you go to sleep last night?"

Abigail recalled that after dinner, she couldn't bear to stay with Sawyer and the others any longer, so she went to bed earlier than usual.

"I forget. Maybe before dawn!?" he answered without opening his eyes.

A soft laugh escapes her lips, "Alright, you can get more sleep. I need to head down now."

"No need. There's Chef and Paul who will take care of them."