[It's an honest question, amid the sleepiness. Her eyelids are fluttering, drooping down until her eyes are nearly shut before half-opening again, punctuated by quiet yawns and a faintly listing head.]
It was you, wasn't it...? Holding me.
[Trying to hold on to her, she means. That night. She'd been blindfolded, she doesn't actually know.]
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[It's an honest question, amid the sleepiness. Her eyelids are fluttering, drooping down until her eyes are nearly shut before half-opening again, punctuated by quiet yawns and a faintly listing head.]
It was you, wasn't it...? Holding me.
[Trying to hold on to her, she means. That night. She'd been blindfolded, she doesn't actually know.]