Marla is back in bed,
her head beneath the covers.
I peel back a corner of the duvet,
find her face.
Are you asleep? I whisper.
No.
Are you hungry? I ask.
I don’t know.
I want to stay here.
Peggy said I could stay here
until the clouds have gone.
It feels very cloudy today.
I pull the duvet further back,
climb into the bed next to her,
both of us fully dressed.
It’s really cloudy for me too.
We can get up later, I say.
I press my forehead against her shoulder,
feeling my way through the fog.