When she finished, I waited a minute more before trying to calm her down. “Nice song.” I whispered, careful to not wake the kid. “I haven’t heard that in a while.”
Her apprehension was palpable, but I just kept my eyes shut, resting them as we spoke. “I…” she paused, as if she wasn’t sure she wanted to continue speaking. “Are you ever not half-awake?” Samara’s tone was playful, but her emotions were betraying her.
“Why is the door locked, Jack-Jack?” There was the briefest pause before he began his interrogation. “Is there a woman in there?”
I held back laughter as I opened the door to a very tired, but wide-eyed roommate. “No, Gavin, there is no woman in here.”