Chapter 11 Sunlight

• Paul seemed to be in a good mood, while he was lying there, I could see his eyes were zoned out. I wondered what he was thinking, especially with the occasional smiles popping up, it had me in utter confusion.
• Watching Paul made me want to pick his brain, I wanted to know what I could get away with. I turned to lay on my stomach and use my arms to support myself. “Paul,” I called, as sweetly as I could.
• He turned to me with glistening eyes. “Why do you have a tattoo of a spoon on your arm?”