Was Charlette restless?  Bad dreams?  Sleeping on a recliner was one thing.  Sharing it with another body was something else entirely.  Comfort was at a premium.<br/><br/>Her question of sleeping with him was somewhat surprising.  Though when Paul gave it some thought, he understood why.  She had to have been still sleepy.  “You<i>are</i>sleeping with me, silly rabbit,” he said.  “Now close those eyes and go back to Sleepyland.”