"But then I'd be downstairs," Triteia remarked, her brows furrowing a little. She flopped down on deck and lifted her face towards the sky.
When she was little she'd always tried to stay awake for as long as possible. On several occasions, she had been so sleep-deprived that she'd passed out in the middle of a sentence. Only after the fifth time and after everyone had promised her that nobody would be doing anything when she wasn't awake, could she be convinced to sleep every night.
"I'll just stay here with you," she sighed, stretching out on the warm wood and folded an arm behind her head. "Where did you get this boat, papa?"