Eating and drinking led inevitably to my needing a nap, my body overwhelmed by the activity and the calories.
Drew had to half-carry me up the stairs and pour me into his bed, and when he pulled that fluffy comforter up to my neck and tucked me in, I passed out within seconds.
I crawled out of bed again some unknown number of hours later, feeling at last almost like I might be on the way to recovering some of my physical strength. Using the bathroom and brushing my teeth didn't take all the energy I had, for one thing.
Somehow, I'd slept long enough that dawn had barely broken as I got up. Christ, it must've been close to twelve hours.
But when I poked my nose out of the bedroom, the door of the guest room stood open, with no sign of Drew.
Either he was a freakishly early riser or a freakishly dedicated night owl.
I headed downstairs, pleased when my knees didn't give out.
