Jun 24, 2007 20:55
The hut really wasn't so bad, not nearly as bad as Tyra had thought it was gonna be, anyway. Tim hadn't lied about the two rooms, at least. It's about a million miles away from her mom's place back in Dillon, and her room's pretty much empty except for a stuffed mattress on the floor (at least there are sheets and pillows).
At least the bruises are fading.
Their third night in the hut, Tyra slams awake in the unfamiliar bed and doesn't immediately know where she is. For a moment, she lies there breathing hard in the dark and she's got this vague feeling, this left over dream.
In the sticky nights withouth air con, she's been sleeping in her panties, and she slips into one of Tim's shirts as she gets out of bed, and, suddenly, wearing something that smells so strongly of Tim, it's like the last six months never happened.
Maybe that's what she needs.
In the doorway to the other room, she stops and looks at him sleeping in the silver light from the window.
"Tim?"
tim,
hut-warming