A quiet evening

Arron settled into the bed with a relaxed sigh, definitely feeling the drain of the day.

Sarah, for her part, was snoring lightly in the corner, having collapsed in exhaustion on the bean bag chair that she loved to lug around and he was sure would end up in her forever home if given half the chance to. It was blue, a faded blue at that, but she was curled up in it and fast asleep. Who was he to bother her at that point?

They had gotten her room set up first with his still in boxes but with absolutely no energy left, they had merely made sure the doors downstairs were locked and then sleep overcame the young one.

This has been quite the day, he thought sleepily, and his eyes closed.