I waited about an hour, maybe two, before carefully shifting my weight. Evelyn was still asleep on my lap, her breathing slow and even. She still deserved some rest, so no matter what I didn't want to wake her up. After all, she was my girlfriend in some sense. What kind of person would I be if I didn't let those close to me rest? Unfortunately, moving without disturbing her required more precision than I'd like to admit, but slowly and surely, I managed it—sliding a cushion under her head as I stood, making sure she stayed comfortable.
She didn't even stir.
