Raw Hunger

Nadia

I woke to the low, rough murmur of a voice.

My drowsy brain thought I was dreaming something and thought of it as some background noise that felt more like a continuous, vibrating rumble against my cheek.

Then I heard a name so soft I almost missed it.

Cece? Celeste? What did he say?

It almost felt like the name of a girl. Which girl was he calling for in his sleep?

That single word was enou