CHAPTER 13
TICK, TICK, TICK…
Three weeks until Rhys’s lease on the room on Cardon Street ran out, and the clock wouldn’t slow just because he was knackered.
Over the past fortnight, they’d developed a system. Internet research had turned up a wealth of information on sleep phases and patterns, and by trial and error, they’d worked out that if Coco slept for seventy minutes at a time, she didn’t reach the REM stage of sleep where she began dreaming. They’d set a timer and Rhys would shake her awake, then he’d take a turn at sleeping. Far from ideal, but it was better than the alternative.
Of course, that didn’t leave many hours when they were both awake to house-hunt.
Rhys wanted to avoid another shared place if at all possible. Firstly, it wouldn’t be fair to inflict their sleep exper
