Lying in bed with Sanaa, Jiro listens to her hum as she rubs her forehead against his side and sighs. These are her happy sounds. As he cradles her body to his, contentment washes over him for the first time in years. He never had these moments before, never the closeness of warm skin and soft breaths in the same bed with him. And though he’s not tired, he wonders what it would be like to sleep next to her, just drop off and be together, without worries or cares.
“Mmmm,” she says, lifting her head to look at the clock by her bed. “We should get up, but I don’t want to.”