the couch this morning?” i asked her now as we wriggled out of her sleeping bag and closed the book.
“because it’s safe there,” she said in a matter of fact way. i had found her curled up like a small child, her long, dark hair in a tangle on her face. her black sweat pants were bunched up around her knees, the nails on her chubby toes painted a hot pink.
“if someone breaks in, they won’t be able to find me back there,” she said. i laughed. but i knew what she meant. at night, i’d wake and check the locks on all the doors and windows in our house, 