My dream girl - Rachael Harris x Reader

𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔?

My eyelids part allowing me to see only the shadows of the room around me. There is a quiet patter on the roof, it must be raining. I let my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Something is off but I can't wipe the smile off my face. 𝒟𝒾𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃? Memories of last night come flooding back all at once. The way Rachael's hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail. Hm...no that's not right. Her hair was down. No...it was in a bun? I ignore the fact that I can't remember. I wasn't exactly focusing on her hair last night. I yawn as I sit up in the bed. Hmm...this isn't how I remember the room. I guess I wasn't focused on the room either though was I? I pull the duvet off and place my feet on the wooden floor. I yawn and stretch letting the chilly air settle around me. My smile grows as I remember the way she tasted. Vanilla is now my favourite taste ever. Wait no...she didn't taste like vanilla did she? No. No, she tasted like sweet berries. At least I think she did? Whatever she tasted like is my new favourite taste. I stand up searching the room for the clothes I remember tossing them as far away from us as possible. But no matter how hard I look I can't find them anywhere. I walk over to the closet pulling out a familiar shirt and pulling it over my head. I walk back over to the bed and glance over at the alarm clock on the nightstand.  

-1:00🄰🄼-

God, it's early. My body sinks into the foam of the mattress with ease. I reunite with the warmth of the duvet as I pull it up over my legs. I snuggle under the covers but I can't seem to go back to sleep. Memories flood back to me but parts of them are missing. 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔? I guess I was pretty nervous. I try and put it out of my mind and at some point, I drift off to sleep...