Fifty Four.

Roane

I've been awake for a little over twenty four hours and as I sit here in Micah's suite I can't help but fantasize about curling up on his couch and taking a nap.

Yesterday Tristan came in saying that Dylan had woken up, at least I think it was yesterday. I have no idea what time it is and if we are now the day after or the day after that.

Tristan and I had made some progress and the strain in our relationship had lessened a bit. I was not about to let that go to waste so Micah and I jumped right in to help with the planning or plotting, whatever.

How Micah was able to look so effortlessly put together was grinding on my last nerve. I had taken a shower before coming down here, but when I looked in the mirror for a second while dressing I saw the bags under my eyes.