Rose didn't sleep much to begin with, but she slept even less these days. And even with her recuperative powers, it was beginning to take its toll on her.
Meditation, a twilight between wakefulness and sleep, took the place of most of it.
At the moment, she was reading from a book of zen teaching, in the original Japanese. The effort of translation was keeping her more awake than she probably wanted, but it gave her something to focus on.
Which was when her phone (set to its lowest volume setting, but still easy for her to hear) went off.
Her heart clenched in her chest at the possibilities. And then it just beat faster until she thought it would burst.
"J... Joey?"
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