Chapter 20 January 13th I nuzzle instinctively deeper into Henry's chest as the approaching morning stirs me from sleep. It might not be quality sleep that we're getting here, but it is comfortable and warm, and I know our bodies appreciate what little restoration we can give them under these circumstances. Shifting softly, I peer up to Henry's hairy face to see if he's awake, but his eyes are still closed and his mouth is still lax with the relaxation only sleep can bring him. The sun is starting to rise and our lone companions-the birds-are starting to sing, but instead of getting up, I tuck my head back into his warm chest and lie there. I listen to the steady beat of his heart and time my breathing to align with his. Our chests rise and fall in tandem, and our heat blends together in an even exchange. There are things I could be doing, chores we've established as a part of our routine now that we're going on two weeks of being here. It'll be two weeks tomorrow, to be exact, and the thought is...overwhelming. It's a milestone I never thought we'd hit, and a turning point in the faith that we'll ever be found alive. A few days...a week? Sure. But when two weeks pass, you have to wonder if they're even remotely in the vicinity of where we are or if they'll ever figure it out. For all I know, we were off course by ten, twenty...fifty miles. If the pilot was feeling off before or maybe if his senses were blurred, he could have been flying in a completely different direction than intended. I, for one, know I sure as hell wouldn't have realized. I take a deep breath to clear my thoughts of all the negativity and turn my mouth to Henry's shirt-covered chest to place a small kiss there. As much as I want our time here to end, I wonder what that'll do to us and all the things we've become-all the things I've become accustomed to. I turn back into my sleeping position and tuck back in, letting myself settle and drift back off into the comfort of Henry's cuddled sleep. I don't know what'll happen here. I don't know what I'll say when I get all boozed up to celebrate two weeks tomorrow night. Or if it'll expose me to both Henry and myself in ways I never dreamed of. And I don't know what'll happen when and if we leave here and go back to our lives as we once knew them. All I know is that for a little while longer, I can pretend it doesn't exist. I can pretend Henry and I are the only two people in the world and that my dreams are reality. Because here, in Henry's arms, the world doesn't feel so heavy. Here, I don't have to be afraid. Here, in the stillness of morning... I can almost say it. I can almost admit the truth-that whatever this is, whatever we are, I don't want to live in a world where it doesn't exist.