Sleepless: Chapter Five

In So Many Ways Strange [And Set in Stone]

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“Can you… go over it with me one more time?”

They had made it “home”, and by “home”, he had meant his home, which was a two-bedroom apartment on the third floor of a building that smelled the way towels do if you forget them in the washer. And also had very echo-y stone stairs with little puddles in the centers of them.

There was a bit of tile around the door, where they’d left their shoes and his jacket to dry, and wet imprints on the carpet where Felix had gone to the cupboard next to the bathroom to grab a towel for each of them.

They’d laid the towels out on the couch under them so they wouldn’t get the cushions too wet, settling in for him to answer as many of her questions as he could tonight. They weren’t making much progress, Margo having to stop him several times to ask for clarifications on things.

They were about an hour or so into this, Felix returning from the kitchen with a pair of mugs and handing one to her.

The kitchen was not so much a kitchen as she was used to. It wasn’t a separate room from the area with the couch and the TV — it instead occupied the length of one wall with appliances and cupboards, and had a tile floor (which was for the best, as no one wants a carpeted kitchen). There was room enough for a table there, and not far past that the tile switched abruptly to beige-brown carpet. Felix mentioned something about it being hard to see stains.

The hot chocolate was too hot to drink yet, he warned. She held it close anyway, warming her hands.