A week later, I was home as promised. Looking up at the stairs to the upper floor, I realized Patrick was right I’d never make it.
He led me to the den and I looked around. It had a a loveseat with a recliner at one end. In the corner, there was a sofa bed already made up. The loveseat faced a 50 inch screen television. The room itself is nicely appointed with one furniture and jewel toned accents. Patrick informed me that I had designed it. I was impressed with my work
. Suddenly, I felt tired and Patrick sensed it.
“You need a nap Carrie?” He inquired
I nodded “yeah, maybe arrest would be good.
“Do you want to lie down on the bed?”
I shook my head “no, the recliner is fine. I’m going to take a pain killer and sleep a while maybe if I put…
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