The Break-In

Chapter 5- Body Slammed by Life

***(Sara's POV)***

I slowly start to open my eyes as my body realizes I've been sleeping for a suspicious amount of time. I feel the comfort of a real mattress below me and just sit there taking it in for a minute. I realized I was supposed to be on the couch and started to panic. I look around me and see that I'm in Cory's room and it hits me. I came in here last night. Why? What was I thinking? We had such a normal and quiet night, so what reason did I have for coming into his room last night? I know before he went to bed I had done some snooping, but nothing worthy of coming into his room at night. The only thing I found was old pictures of him and past friends in a drawer and a few notebooks I didn't have time to flip through. When I was trying to sleep, all I remember was staring at his living room ceiling for about an hour before deciding to get up. Oh god. I woke him up from a dead sleep just cause I couldn't sleep alone. But he had offered for me to sleep in his bed- why? I'm pulled out of my thoughts by the shifting of a hand. His hand. His arm is around me. What was happening? I met this man two days ago, and I'm already sleeping in his bed? I look behind me to see him peacefully snuggled up against me. I never noticed it until now but he has a slight smile when he sleeps. I decide I'm not gonna wake him up or anything, I'll just go back to sleep and hope he figures this out on his own when he wakes up.

I don't know how much longer I sleep for but when I wake up- he's gone. His side of the bed is nicely made compared to my side, which has been sufficiently destroyed. I crawl out of his bed and into the kitchen, hoping to see him slaving over some breakfast at the stove. I'm sadly disappointed when he isn't there. The bathroom door is wide open and I realize he isn't anywhere in the house. I go to grab myself some water and decide I'll just watch tv till he appears. A few minutes pass and he still isn't here. I decided I'm going to investigate. I go back into his bedroom and find the window on the back wall behind his bed and peak my head through it. I see a tiny little bench surrounded by plants right outside his back wall. It takes me a minute to realize he's on the bench too. I put on a pair of random slides he has laying around and go outside to meet him.

"Hey you're awake!" He says as he hands me the mug in his hand. He's curled up on the bench with a sweater around him, looking all cozy with the rising sun across his face.

"Yup, thank you. You didn't have to." I sip the warm tea and just try to erase the memory of his arm around me, as the tea starts reminding me of the warmth of his body next to mine.

"It was no problem. Did you... sleep well?" He looks at the ground. Is he blushing?

"Definitely one of the best nights I've had in a long time." I hope I'm not blushing too when I say this.

"Me too." That comment brings the conversation to a halt. We sit in silence, taking in the morning view and fresh sunlight.

"Don't you have work?" I ask hoping to break the silence.

"Not really, I work on my own time." He shrugs.

"That sounds awesome, I wish all jobs were like that." I take another sip of tea.

"It took many years to get to this point, so I'm very glad to have come this far. We can spend the day focusing on getting you a job instead of my current job." We both laugh but, eventually I stop, realizing the reality of the situation.

"I assume I can use your computer to help with the job search?"

"Of course, but I could always ask around town to see what's out there if you wanted."

"That's true, it's up to you. Not like I have many plans for the day." Joking seems to be my only coping mechanism with the weird feeling I've got in my chest and stomach right now.