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𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬
-𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎
- 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑
-𝙳𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚢

-𝐆𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕-
My eyes slowly opened, facing the white ceiling above me. Why did almost every bit of rest I've had feel like a massive coma?

I groggily emerge from my assortment of covers and try to focus on the clock, occasionally rubbing my eyes every few seconds to try and get my vision to focus faster. The clock revealed it to be 6:37am, which shocked me; I would usually sleep way more than this. It was a cool melancholy morning, calm and quiet as it's always been.

Looking around, I spot a cluster of random bags by the front door. Before I can get up and walk over to explore the unexplained baggage, a distant mellow meow came from behind the couch, being the new thing to catch my attention.

The cat curiously tilted its head, perched on top of the counter, staring at me with its round glittering eyes. Never in this world have I been more confused at this very time; Despite it being morning, the sunrisen sky following after nightfall looked magically unusual.

It was a mixture of dark purples and deep cherries, like the very first centimeter of light had leaked into the darkness, still managing to outshine the now dull stars that had once kept its elements of life;

Stars that had once bedazzled the void of space lay set in place, gradually weakening in opacity by every passing minute, ultimately leaving the atmosphere with the soft tinge of red.

Now attempting to get up again, I walk up the stairs in a quiet manner, considering that Clay could be sleeping. I enter the bathroom to sort myself out. I cupped my hands underneath the cold rush of water and splashed it onto my face. The cold temperature as a contrast to my warm skin was not quite the pleasant match I thought it'd be.

After finishing, I stood in the middle of the hallway, reluctant to open my bedroom door. Mustering up the courage to do it, I carefully pushed down on the doorknob and gently slid the door open making my entrance as I went along.

Suprisingly, not a single sound came from the inside. No sounds of snoring or breathing at all; just complete silence. The blankets and pillows were crinkled and cramped up, spreaded effortlessly over the mattress, telling me that he had definitely used it. The remote had also been oddly placed compared to when I last cleaned the room, recklessly buried into the sheets.

All the remaining rooms had slumbered through the night in complete pristine condition, just as I had left it. My heart slowly dropped in worry. Had I done something to scare him off? Was my hospitality that bad?

I go downstairs, still completely wondering if this was all a dream. I spot my phone, which I could have probably checked when I got up. I mentally facepalm myself for my stupidity. Turning it on, a few unread messages Dream had sent a few hours ago were the main focus of my lock screen.

I read it and everything finally made sense; Knowing that he was returning later, I grab the spare key. Clay had probably took my main keys to drive to the hospital because they were clearly nowhere in sight.

Before I went out, I rummaged through the kitchen to find any food that his cat could eat. Surprisingly, It's available there's still some left from when I had cats in here. I smile, remembering my love for them. Patches excitedly pounced over to feast on it ravenously; head half inside of the small bowl.

Finally, I'm outside; the dark skies still torment the waiting light blue just around the corner. Maybe if I walk around the neighborhood a little bit I'll feel better.