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MY GUESTBOOK
The few hours of sleep that we managed to get weren�t very restful. Josh tossed and turned, his body still in election-mode and his emotions running too high for his body to relax enough to give in to sleep, and I tried my best to soothe him but I knew that there was just too much going on in Josh�s head for sleep to come so I simply did my best to get him to relax a little so that he didn�t crash in the middle of an important meeting like the one he and the President-Elect had with President Bartlet and CJ when we got back to DC. If we had been in his room I would have given him a sleeping pill, but I had stopped carrying around his assorted medications�something I regretted since I don�t even know if he�s been taking his heart pills.
Some time during the night we had changed positions so that Josh was spooned up behind me, one of his legs between mine, one of his arms under my neck and the other draped around my waist, and I smiled at how good it felt to be in Josh�s arms until I remembered why I was in his arms and why, after having made love to each other, we were waking up more or less fully clothed. It sucked, too, �cause we didn�t get to wake up in this position after having sex�we didn�t even get to wake up together. We might have, though, had I not been so nervous that I had to get out of bed and check the news sites in order to keep myself from forcing Josh to have �the talk�.
My alarm went off and Josh groaned into the back of my head as I pulled away to turn it off, the beeping less welcome by my ears than usual. Josh pulled me back into his arms, holding me close as he woke up slowly. I wanted to let him sleep longer, but we had a flight to DC to catch and there was still a lot to do.
�Morning,� Josh mumbled sleepily.
�Morning,� I replied softly. I managed to get his arms to loosen around me enough so that I could roll over and face him. He looked so adorable in the near-dawn light. All bed-headed and stubbly. If I put some imagination behind it I could pretend that his eyes were red from lack of sleep and not from the hours of grief-filled tears that had fallen down his less than tanned cheeks. �How much sleep did you get?�
Josh shrugged as best he could. He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. �How long until our flight?�
�Three hours. We need to leave the hotel in an hour, though.�