[ Awake enough that once the spot he was occupying becomes available, Claire slides into it and stretches her legs and arms, one of the latter under a pillow, until she has taken up more space than should be possible for anyone. He's gone long enough that she's able to float miserably between awake and asleep and ruminate on what a terrible dog owner she is before rolling over when she hears the door open. ]
Hi. [ Her voice is still thick with sleep. She makes no move to extricate herself from blankets. ] Everything good?
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Hi. [ Her voice is still thick with sleep. She makes no move to extricate herself from blankets. ] Everything good?