homeplot I [TR for Jack, dated Feb 26]
Sam was having a good dream. This was unusual for her, at least lately; she either didn't dream at all or had vague, unsettling dreams about losing the baby and fighting with Jack. But this one was very nice, although she couldn't make out much of it other than being in a warm, cozy bed under layers of quilts.
She stirred a little, curling up against Jack, because while the quilts were warm, he was warmer. And then she realized that the reason the bed was so warm was that the room was pretty chilly, and she snuggled closer, not opening her eyes.
"It's cold," she murmured against his shoulder. "Island must be changed again or something."
She stirred a little, curling up against Jack, because while the quilts were warm, he was warmer. And then she realized that the reason the bed was so warm was that the room was pretty chilly, and she snuggled closer, not opening her eyes.
"It's cold," she murmured against his shoulder. "Island must be changed again or something."