Rachel awoke to a bunch of messages and voicemails on her phone. Harper's arm was draped lovingly over her waist, spooning her, while their dog, Luna, slept peacefully near their legs. The patter of rain against the motorhome's windows created a soothing, rhythmic backdrop.
Not wanting to disturb Harper's slumber, Rachel scrolled through the notifications, her brow furrowing slightly. She debated whether to take her headphones and listen to the voicemails but decided against it, mindful of the need to let her girlfriend rest.
Instead, Rachel slowly reached for her phone and began typing a message to her best friend, Minseo. "Still can't hear the voice notes. Harper is asleep," she typed, not hoping for an immediate reply.
Minseo's reply was almost immediate. "And what's the relation between our voice notes and Harper sleeping?" she quipped, a hint of amusement in her message.