and on

Suddenly, quite a time later, a loud sound made Stella look up from the text she was typing, then around, at her dog that had started snoring noisily, its limbs twitching and jerking. Dwane looked, too, catching up Stella’s emotions, even before she smiled at her sleeping canine. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, leaning back in her chair and yawning widely. Dwane glanced at his watch, which had, just his luck, stopped some time ago. Did it really matter that it had? Besides, did it even function in this form of existence, whatever it was? Looking out of the window, he saw it was just becoming a little darker, so he could assume it was about six p.m. Curling up on Stella’s sofa, he returned to watching her continuing with her work while listening to her canine’s sound sleep. The constant, soothing sound of Stella typing and her dog breathing made him feel drowsy at first, then, without him noticing, he slipped off to sleep himself.