Milou tries to turn her head, a sharp pain in her neck gives her an adrenaline burst and she opens her eyes. It's dark, she doesn't remember what happened yesterday, she's in her own bed right? Milou thinks but isn't sure. It smells different and the blankets feel different. Her memory is slowly coming back as she wakes up more. Just as she tries to sit up she sees a stroke of light falling over the bed she's in, it's an opening door.
Milou gets scared, jumps up fast and tries moving away from where the stroke of light is coming. The door fully opens and a tall figure is standing in the doorway. Milou holds her breath and hides in her knees.
'Hey no it's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you' a deep but kind and soft voice says.
She hears a click and the room lights up, she slowly tilts her head from her knees and makes immediate eye contact with the tall guy. He doesn't move and has a nice and caring look on his face. Milou quietly let's out her breath that she had been holding the whole time without realizing.
'Hey uhm, I'm Dax' the guy says in a calm and careful way trying not to scare her.
Milou looks Dax up and down, he seems nice she thinks and says 'Milou' with a quiet and breaking voice.
'Milou' the guy repeates with a soft smile on his face. 'Can I sit on the bed' he asks. Milou nods a bit unsure.
His movements are slow and calm, she isn't scared of him, she's confused.
Than it hit her, she's dreaming.
Just as Dax goes to sit down on the edge of the bed she's in, she lifts up her hand. Right before she can smack herself in the face to see if she's dreaming he grabs her wrist in a quick movement.
Milou looks at him, their eyes meet again, for a moment they just sit there with her wrist still in his hand.
'Don't' he whispers breaking the silence while He slowly lets go of her arm.
