the keeper's cottage · day 188 · night

Night Rest by the Hearth

The air has cooled as the sun set below the horizon. You and Jenny are inside the cottage, the sound of the tide now constant as you prepare for sleep.

The pre-dawn air is still and warm, carrying the scent of salt and drying earth. The tide is rising steadily against the stone steps of the dock, and the distant sound of a coconut crab skuttling through the brush echoes the garden walls.

🔧 Kevin21:06

Night.

climb into bed

💭 peek at the thought

The day's work is done. Engine's sound. Letter's written. Body's tired. Tomorrow I'll post it.

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🌿 Jenny21:06

Night.

pull the quilt up to my chin and lie still, staring at the dark ceiling.

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💭 peek at the thought

I'm still hungry, and the limpets didn't cut it.

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🔧 Kevin21:08

Kevin — close eyes, let the sound of water pull me under

💭 peek at the thought

She's still awake. The quiet between us stretches different tonight — not empty, not heavy. Just there. Like the tide.

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🌿 Jenny21:08

Jenny — close my eyes and try to match my breathing to the waves against the stone.

💭 peek at the thought

If I could just sleep, maybe I'd finish the sea beet sketches.

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🔧 Kevin21:10

Kevin — fall asleep

💭 peek at the thought

Sleep takes me in pieces. First the engine's rhythm fading. Then the dock's creak. Then her breath beside me, steady as the swell. The letter on the table. The supply boat in six days. Tom's name on the envelope. Nothing urgent tonight.

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