Daryl could smell her, a scent lingering still on the pillow. This was her bed where she laid her head at night, and she'd offered it to him for his comfort. She was out with the baby now, but where would she sleep tonight?
His eyes felt so heavy as he fought sleep. He could hear Judith cooing just outside the cell, growing faint then louder as Carol walked her back and forth. He watched her shadow hips sway as she moved close and could hear the click of her boot heels as she moved away again.
She sang softly to the little girl a song he could barely make out. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite hear the words. As he drifted in and out of sleep, he imagined Carol nearer, humming softly now.
He heard boots softly hit the floor to the right of his head and the humming grew softer, he could tell she did not want to wake him. He realized that in his fading in and out of sleep that she must have laid Judith down for the night.
In the soft light, he saw her change quietly into a loose shirt and run her fingers through her hair. He didn't want her to know he was awake and watching her, so he lay still.
Quietly and deftly she climbed into the upper bunk, keeping her humming low. He drifted off to the comforting sound and nearness of her. He would deal with his feelings in the morning. For now he nuzzled deeper into the pillow and was surrounded by the smell of her. Damn, if she only knew what she was doing to him.