In the end, after a fierce pillow war with Roda—a skirmish that definitely sparked more than a few misunderstandings among our neighbors—she finally, albeit begrudgingly, agreed to share the bed with me.
Not that it was a tight squeeze. The bed was massive—larger than a standard king-size, probably something you'd find in a palace suite. There was more than enough space between us to fit a whole army, but…
Wasn't that a bit overkill?
I turned my head slightly to the left. Between us was a veritable wall of pillows—stacked high, like she was expecting a siege in the middle of the night.
Roda lay quietly on the other side, wrapped in the covers like a burrito, her back turned slightly toward me.
"Are you awake?" I asked, my voice low.
There was a beat of silence, then her voice came.
"Yes."
"I have questions about the future. I answered yours, so now it's your turn," I said, resting my head against my arm as I stared at the ceiling.
"…What kind of questions?" She asked.
