Coffins? I hadn’t really thought about it. But having Layla in my bed felt natural, as if she belonged here. She was in a deep sleep, out cold while the sun shone outside. So pale. But she was always pale. And so completely still. Peaceful. I couldn’t help but watch her. Then panic jolted through me when I noticed she wasn’t breathing. She doesn’t need to breathe, remember? So many things about her fascinated me, dispelling all my preconceived notions about vampires. They weren’t as repulsive as I assumed. Well, the others were, but not Layla. How could that be? It’s the personality, not the species. Perhaps. I walked into the living room area and peeked out a window. The sun was setting, a kaleidoscope of yellows, oranges and pink dancing near the horizon. Was it natural for her to sleep until the sun completely disappeared? I made coffee and then drank it outside, watching the sun set. It saddened me that this was a moment we could never share. Her days were nights. And since I’d been on this job working for a vampire, nights had become my days as well.
