Jason stayed in the guest room anyway.
“Don’t take it personally, Maya,” he said one morning over coffee and bagels. “I’m just finally getting solid sleep.”
But it wasn’t just about sleep. Not anymore. He brought his phone charger and laptop in with him every night. He started locking the door to the guest room and said that it was in case I sleepwalked.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you, Maya… but I’d rather be safe in here than out there when you’re sleepwalking.”
What the hell? I’ve never sleepwalked a day in my life.
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