You lay awake with your eyes closed. It's quiet, only interrupted by the soft sound of pages of my book flipping every minute or two. Janine’s twitching nose brushes your forehead every now and then, checking in on you. The air sits in your chest like cough syrup: thick and heavy. You will get up at some point, but that does not have to be now. I enjoy your company just the same, even if we say nothing and just be in each other's presence. Time rolls on and rain taps on the north-facing windows.