the progress project [3]

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fiona

she wakes up with christian tangled with her comforter and reflections playing softly.

"christian," she whispers softly, testing the waters to see whether or not he's completely passed out.

"yes?" he jolts upward, hand immediately flying to grasp her wrist, possibly to protect her from whatever it is he was dreaming about. his hand disappears just as quickly as it appeared. "sorry. are you okay?"

"yeah," she murmurs, head resting back again against the pillows. "are you?"

"yeah."

she drifts off for a second time into deep slumber. it turns out that silence isn't as uncomfortable as everyone thinks.