[But you see, even if the door is locked, sleeping at all leaves them less prepared if something does happen. The more Jamil tells himself this, though, the less it feels like it matters. The whole night has felt blurry and surreal and out of control, and like his own body can't decide where to land between fear and relief.]
I'll sleep out here then.
[Jamil rolls off the table and flops onto his side to demonstrate his point. There's cushions. It's fine.]
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I'll sleep out here then.
[Jamil rolls off the table and flops onto his side to demonstrate his point. There's cushions. It's fine.]