Brandon lay flat on his back in the middle of the wide bed, staring at the ceiling.
He wasn't really seeing the ceiling.
His mind kept replaying fragments from his dream... the white butterflies, Charlotte's lifeless eyes staring up at him, and the hole in her chest.
Meanwhile, Charlotte moved quietly across the room to the small built-in refrigerator tucked beside the dresser.
She opened it as the soft light spilled across her bare legs and the hem of the oversized black T-shirt.
Underneath, she wore only black panties with the shirt hung loose on her frame, ending mid-thigh, and the sleeves rolled up to her elbows.
She pulled out a chilled bottle of orange juice and twisted off the cap before walking back to the bed.
She sat on the edge beside him.
"Here," she said gently, holding the bottle out.
Brandon turned his head toward her and pushed himself up on one elbow before taking the bottle from her fingers and drinking deeply.
