She turned again in the bed, the sheets shifting under her.
Marybeth came into view on the other side of the bed.
Iyisha stared at her hair, curls spread everywhere across the pillow, messy and full covering her face.
Then Marybeth's eyes snapped open.
Iyisha gasped.
"What?" Marybeth squinted at her. "I can't sleep with how soft this bed is. And you turning every five seconds is not helping."
Her eyes were bloodshot.
"Sorry," Iyisha said quietly.
Marybeth let out a long breath, then pushed herself up, dragging her pillow and blanket with her. She dropped them on the carpeted floor beside the bed and lay down without another word.
"Hey," Iyisha said, sitting up. "I won't move anymore. I promise."
Marybeth adjusted her pillow. "It's the bed. Not you."
She pulled the blanket over herself and settled on the floor.
Iyisha watched her for a moment, then let out a quiet sigh and dropped back onto the mattress with a soft thud.
The room felt too big now.
